Yu Shuhua stood in front of the hospital room for a long time.
He Rongwei was intubated all over, the red and green lights on the monitors flashing incessantly, signaling his dire situation.
Through the glass, Yu Shuhua could see her own blurred, translucent reflection, her face, obviously no longer young, bore a deep-seated resentment.
She was He Rongwei's third wife, but also the one with the lowest family status, or rather, she had no family background at all, her origins were very ordinary.
It was just that in her youth, she caught He Rongwei's eye and was forcibly taken as his mistress by his forceful methods.
He Rongwei always wanted a son, but perhaps it was karma for all the wrongdoings, he not only lacked a son, but also had very few children at all.
The women who could not get pregnant for a long time were all dismissed with money by He Rongwei.
Only she bore him a son.
He Rongwei then divorced his first wife and elevated her to her current position.
