Page 775 of Assistant to My Contracted Husband

Within 10 minutes, Jian Ran hurriedly arrived at the emergency room door and saw that the light inside was red, indicating that the rescue was still ongoing. She subconsciously wanted to rush in.

Gu Mochen was quick to stand up, catching Jian Ran and holding her tightly in his arms.

"Jian Ran... stay calm," he said.

"Gu Mochen... I am calm right now, I just want to go in and see if she’s okay, I promise I won’t interfere with the doctors’ rescue, I just want to go in and see her," Jian Ran replied.

Jian Ran’s lips trembled violently, and pearl-like tears spilled from her eyes one by one. She was choking up badly, and her complexion was even paler with no hint of color.

"I... am so scared... I won’t be scared anymore once I see her."

In fact, she didn’t feel secure at all; she was just the mother of a three-year-old child.

Jian Ran wanted to say more, but Gu Mochen pulled her into his embrace, his heart aching at her distraught state. He stroked her back with his large hand, comforting her emotions.

"I know... Jian Ran, I understand; my heart is exactly like yours at this moment."

Gu Mochen’s voice was apologetic as he said, "I’m sorry... I didn’t take good care of her."

"Mm..."

Jian Ran, grasping at Gu Mochen like a lifeline, sobbed inconsolably in his arms. Her scorching tears soaked his chest, their heat ironing his heart like burning metal.

It was then that Gu Mochen truly comprehended what torment meant.

What... pain and struggle were.

Jian Ran, how much had she been hiding from him...

Diabetes... Gu Mochen had some idea about it—a disease of the wealthy, requiring expensive daily injections of insulin.

Especially in early childhood, it cost a considerable amount of money.

So... there was a reason why Jian Ran lived so frugally.

Even though... she had a decent salary working for the Gu Family corporation... she was always concerned about her income.

So that was why... there were reasons...

Shit...

The more Gu Mochen thought about it, the more he felt he owed both mother and daughter.

With her eyes reddened, Jian Ran cried bitterly in Gu Mochen’s arms; it had been 3 years.

Since finding out that her little girl had diabetes, she had always forced a smile, never wallowing in self-pity, and playing with her daughter...

When alone, she would wipe away her tears by herself.

Now... with Gu Mochen by her side, Jian Ran had learned to depend on someone.

She had then realized... a woman’s shoulders are indeed fragile.

After crying in Gu Mochen’s arms for a good while, Jian Ran slowly lifted her gaze to look at the man before her and said hoarsely, "Gu Mochen... where is Wang Wu... right now, I wish... I could kill him."

When Jian Ran got to the last three words, she said them through gritted teeth.

"If it weren’t for him, Tang Bao wouldn’t have been born unhealthy... it’s all his fault..."

Jian Ran unleashed all the hatred from the depth of her heart, each sentence landing heavily on Gu Mochen’s heart.

"He’s so irresponsible, he doesn’t deserve to be a person, not fit to be a father... such a person should be sent to the eighteenth level of hell."

Gu Mochen: "..."

An unforgivable mistake.

Gu Mochen’s fingers, wrapped around Jian Ran’s waist, tightened slowly, a dark gleam passing through his deep eyes.

So that’s how it was...

Jian Ran harbored such hatred for the man from four years ago.

Gu Mochen... now completely understood.