High-priced love hunting game

Chapter 303 [Fan Wai] Love and Hate Recovery の Night God Liuhui 9
Hearing this, I was very unconvinced, and wanted to go forward to comfort him, but was stopped by someone, and the leisurely voice said: "Young Master, please wait quietly, the president doesn't recognize anyone now."

I turned around and looked at that gentle man, my brother's personal assistant, Takano Rokuro.

I tried to read something from his face, but found nothing.

I am not so confident that I will really go forward and comfort this anxious man, and I am even more afraid that it will be embarrassing if I go there and fail to comfort him.

So, I had to stand there, with him, waiting for what happened in the operating room.

Soon, the door of the operating room opened, and my brother hurried up to meet him: "Doctor, how are you?"

The surgeon in charge shook his head regretfully, and said, "Madam has been in a coma. Although we tried our best, it's a pity that her body can no longer withstand the operation."

Said, beckoning us to go in.

My brother rushed in first, and I followed closely, only to see that the doctor had already taken off the oxygen mask, and the person lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed didn't feel anything about us.

I just saw her mouth opening and closing to say something, and then I saw my brother leaning forward to listen, and listening, tears just rolling down his cheeks.

I hurried over, and when I got closer, I heard clearly. My mother kept saying: "Xiaoxi, mom is sorry for you, Xiaoxi, mom is sorry for you..."

She repeated this sentence over and over again, and never opened her eyes to look at us from the beginning to the end.

Until she couldn't catch her last breath, I still heard her shouting hoarsely: "Xiaoxi..."

At this moment, I have mixed feelings in my heart.

I suddenly thought that maybe it was a mistake to plan to marry that elder sister into the Ito family and to play tricks on her in every possible way.

Otherwise, it wouldn't make my mother so sad.

However, I suddenly thought again, why does my mother keep talking about her daughter until she dies?

Am I not her child?I am also her own son!

I looked at my brother's suppressed tears, and saw him just nodding his head heavily, and I suddenly felt that he was really stupid.

Mom is dead, what's the use of him nodding?

I find him even more strange, the person who died was my biological mother, not his.Why does he look sadder than me? ?
(End of this chapter)