Chapter 271

The child was only four years old, and by the time he got to the part where his mom stopped moving, his voice was choked with sobs. The little nasal whimpers came in quivers, just like a lamb, heart-wrenchingly pitiful to hear.

Ou Mucen stood up from the chair abruptly, grabbed the car keys on the table, and without a word of explanation, he turned and left the place, "Xiaobao, don’t panic. First, tell Uncle where you are now?"

"We’re at the West Station entrance."

"So the phone you’re holding, is it someone else’s?"

"Mhm, a sister lent it to me. After I finish, I’ll give it back to her..."

Hearing this voice, the child on the other end of the phone gradually calmed down. Afterwards, he clearly informed Ou Mucen of their exact location and their current situation.

Ou Mucen instructed him to stay put and then hurried downstairs to get his car, speeding towards the location the boy had described.

He really should have thought of this sooner. If this woman wasn’t willing to let the guy with the surname Lin know she was hospitalized, then she would definitely foresee that always having him pick up the child would raise suspicion. noveldrama

Therefore, the first thing she thought of after meeting with him was to get the child by her side. Only in this way could they avoid further trouble.

The handsome man with a stern expression thought of this and finally tightened his grip on the steering wheel, pressing down on the accelerator even more. The whole car nearly took flight, speeding forward like a bolt of lightning.

Then, ten minutes later, at West Station metro stop — still about seven or eight stations away from the hospital — Ou Mucen saw a crowd of people discussing among themselves as soon as he got out of the car. Without giving it much thought, he went straight to the elevator and down toward the tunnel.

"Are the mother and child still there? Should we call the police?"

"There’s no need, that kid just borrowed someone’s phone to make a call. Someone will probably be here soon."

"Really? I feel like his mom looks really pale, and I’m worried something might happen."

"Me too..."

As the entrance of the tunnel loomed closer, more and more people gathered, and the volume of their discussions also increased.

Ou Mucen, walking inward, scowled tighter upon hearing this and quickened his pace. When he arrived inside the tunnel, indeed, not far from where the elevator to the subway was, he saw the woman slumped powerlessly in the corner and the child next to her, wiping sweat from her brow.

"Mom, are you still feeling sick? Let’s wait a bit longer, Uncle will be here soon..."

The child was just four years old and stood only so tall next to her. Yet now, he acted like a little adult, with a backpack on, tirelessly wiping her sweat and holding his water bottle to her lips for her to drink.

This damned woman!

Go ahead and court death on your own, but why drag such a small child through this with you?

Seeing this scene, a wave of indescribable anger surged within Ou Mucen. The next second, he strode meteorically toward them, "Aren’t dead yet, huh? What’s the matter? Just can’t walk? Go on, then, you’re so capable, aren’t you? Keep going, walk on out of here!"

Each sentence, each word, was filled with venom, with sharp cruelty; and his tone, unprecedentedly angry, harsh!