Momo's Gradual Change

C37. Why?!

Chapter 37: Why?!

When she thought of her purpose for coming, Song Yi did not argue, but simply agreed passively.

Yi Mo was very resistant towards her. If she wanted to achieve her goal, she could only start with her mother. She could tell that Yi Mo was very filial to her mother, so it shouldn't be difficult to achieve her goal starting from here. She needed to hurry, she couldn't wait any longer because of Zuo Er'.

Thinking of her son, Song Yi's heart tightened. She forgot that Grandma Song had just had surgery, and couldn't wait to explain her intentions, "Mom, you have a grandson too."

"I know, although you haven't brought him back, you've talked about him before. He's in school, right? Is he healthy?" When mentioned the child, Grandma Song's excited mood faded a bit.

She thought of Yi Mo, who was left behind at such a young age, while the other one was treated as a treasure. Although they were both grandsons, the one brought up by her should naturally be closer to her. She couldn't help but feel sorry for her granddaughter.

But to her surprise, as soon as Song Yi heard this, she started to cry. Even when crying, she looked beautiful, "He's not good, not good at all, Mom..."

Yi Mo couldn't hold back her anger and interrupted her, "Grandma just had surgery not long ago."

Without thinking, Song Yi blurted out, "Gastric polyps are just a minor surgery, Zuo Er's situation is more important."

After saying this, Song Yi immediately regretted it. The person lying on the hospital bed was her own mother. Even if she didn't care, she knew she couldn't say such things in front of the elderly. But the words had already come out, and she could only continue speaking under her mother's tearful eyes and He Yi's fists pounding on her back.

"Zuo Er has leukemia and needs a bone marrow transplant. Everyone who could be a match has been tested, but none of them match. Yi Mo is my only hope."

Angry, her eyes turning red, He Yi said, "So you didn't come back to see your mother, but to ask Yi Mo to donate bone marrow?"

"I... He Yi, leukemia is a terminal illness. Zuo Er could die at any moment. As a mother, you should understand this feeling."

"If it wasn't for the need for my bone marrow, would you even remember that you have a daughter?" Yi Mo stared at her resolutely, although she already knew the answer, she couldn't help but ask. It seemed like she couldn't let go until she heard the words from the other party's mouth.

"Of course, I remember." Song Yi's eyes flickered, feeling uncertain and unconvincing.

Angry, Grandma Song picked up a cup of water and threw it with all her strength. The water splashed on her body, ruining her delicate makeup.

"When you abandoned her, it was like throwing away trash. For many years, you didn't return a penny, nor did you come to see her, except for giving birth to her from your stomach, what have you done? Why do you think you can make her sacrifice her bone marrow to save your flesh and blood? I tell you, Yi Mo is not without love. She is also my flesh and blood. If you want to cut my flesh, I will take you to court tomorrow and sue you for abandonment and child support! Get out, Song Yi, get out, get out of here!"

Yi Mo hugged Grandma Song tightly to prevent her from moving too vigorously. Turning to the equally angry, He Yi, she said, "Miao Mama, go find Director Ni, hurry."

He Yi picked up her bag and forcefully hit Song Yi with it, sniffing, and then ran out.

Director Ni arrived quickly, looking at the scene, he couldn't help but frown, "Have you all forgotten that the patient is sixty-three years old and just had surgery? Do you need something serious to happen to feel happy?"

When Yi Mo saw Director Ni, she felt like she had seen a dear one. Her voice choked up, "Director Ni, please check Grandma's wound."

Director Ni tore open the bandage and looked, "The wound hasn't reopened, there's a slight bleeding, but it's not serious."

Yi Mo breathed a sigh of relief and gently patted Grandma's back, saying, "Don't mind her, you have me, and that's enough, we don't need anyone else."

Grandma Song embraced her granddaughter, tears streaming down her face. Sons are like this, and daughters are like this. What kind of sins did she commit?

Director Ni, hands in his white coat pockets, said to the woman standing next to him, wiping the water stains on her face gently with a tissue, "This is a hospital, the person lying on the bed is a patient. Regardless of your relationship, respecting the elderly is the most basic quality a person should have. As the attending physician, I hope my patients can be happy. If such a thing happens again, please ask the lady to leave."

Song Yi's face turned from red to white, looking ugly. Director Ni ignored her and left.

No one spoke in the ward, and Grandma Liu's crying grew softer.

Grandma Liu sighed deeply. She had the surgery yesterday and couldn't leave the bedside for a moment. Today, it was her daughter who came to take care of her. This comparison made her realize how much better her own daughter was.

How did Chunxiang, such a good person, raise such unfilial children?

The young man on the bed was still looking at Song Yi, but his expression had changed.

He Yi came in with a broom, sweeping up the broken pieces on the floor, then mopping, pushing the mop towards Song Yi's feet without calling for anyone to help.

Song Yi could only make way for her.

It was like a silent play, Yi Mo thought, Song Yi still looked like the one being bullied.

When Grandma finally stopped crying, Yi Mo looked at Song Yi, who was frowning and lost in thought, "Let's go outside and talk."

Song Yi was eager to comply, but Grandma Song disagreed, speaking hoarsely, "Talk here, right here."

Yi Mo didn't want Grandma to hear these things, but she always followed Grandma's wishes. After thinking about it, she gave up and sat down beside the bed, saying, "Are you so sure that I will agree to donate bone marrow?"

"I gave birth to you, I'm your mother, isn't that enough for you to donate a bit of bone marrow to me?"

"If you give birth but don't raise, it's better not to give birth at all."

"Yi Mo, I don't want to argue with you about this. Even if it's just because I gave birth to you, can't you save your brother for me? He's only eight years old, he's still so young..." Song Yi covered her mouth, crying in pain. "He's very obedient, takes so many medicines every day without crying, and even comforts me, wipes away my tears. How can I lose him? How can I..."

Seeing her so heartbroken, Yi Mo looked puzzled. She really couldn't understand, "Why are you so sad when he's sick, but you could abandon me when I was only three years old? He's your birth child, and I am too, I've been severely ill before, Grandma held me and cried, fearing I would die. She called you, but you didn't even say a word of concern, just said it's inconvenient to come back and hung up. It's like I'm just a stranger to you. Song Yi, we're both your children, why is there such a big difference?"

Being called by her name directly, Song Yi felt like she was being choked. Her crying stopped involuntarily.

What could she explain?

Saying that the heart is biased, that people are born with likes and dislikes, that she just happened to not be the one she liked?

If she dared to say something like that, her mother might even get out of bed and chase her out the door despite the risk of her wound reopening.

She couldn't say it, but faced with Yi Mo's question, she had no answer.