Rebirth of a Village Girl novel Chapter 702

Chapter 702: 189: It’s Too Late for Regrets_4

“Whimper…” Zhao Ziqing covered her mouth and cried loudly.

“Mother, let go of my sister!” Zhao Zijun walked over to pull Zhao Ziqing away.

“Brother!”

“Get out of my way!” Shangguan Furong swung her hand, sending Zhao Zijun flying into the corner of a table. His forehead was instantly covered in blood.

“Shangguan Furong, what are you doing!” An old voice suddenly emerged in the air.

“Brother!” Zhao Ziqing pulled herself free from Shangguan Furong’s grasp and ran to Zhao Zijun’s side.

Old Lady Zhao pounded her walking stick on the ground, “Even a tiger doesn’t eat its own cubs! Look at what you’ve done!”

Only then did Shangguan Furong notice the injured Zhao Zijun.

“Ah!” She cried out in agony and collapsed onto the ground.

How had her life come to this?

“Grandma, it doesn’t hurt. Please don’t blame my mother.” Zhao Zijun walked up to Old Lady Zhao and glanced back at Shangguan Furong.

Old Lady Zhao closed her eyes.

The child was a good boy. It’s a shame he had the wrong mother.

“Come, Zijun, let Grandma take you to get your wound cleaned.” Old Lady Zhao held Zhao Zijun’s hand.

“What about Mother…” Zhao Zijun looked back at Shangguan Furong, who was laying on the ground.

At this moment, Shangguan Furong seemed like a madwoman.

Her eyes were filled with despair, devoid of any signs of life.

Anger clouded Old Lady Zhao’s face, “Don’t worry about her.”

No matter what, Shangguan Furong shouldn’t have taken her anger out on the children!

She had already proven herself as an unfit mother in the first half of her life, and yet, in the second half, she continued to harm her children!

As for this matter, Old Lady Zhao had initially intended to simply give Shangguan Furong a warning.

She wanted Shangguan Furong to understand that the Zhao Family didn’t rely on her.

Yet she never expected that Shangguan Furong would show no signs of remorse.

Zhao Ziqing also felt some fear towards the Shangguan Furong from earlier, and held onto Old Lady Zhao’s hand tightly, “Right! Let’s not care about her!”

The Zhao Family had a family doctor. After examining him, the doctor frowned, “The wound is quite deep, stitches are needed, and it might leave a scar. Remember not to eat any cold or spicy food for a while.”

“A scar?” Old Lady Zhao became anxious, “Doctor Wu, is there any way to prevent scarring?”

The injury was on Zhao Zijun’s forehead. A scar would disfigure him.

Doctor Wu shook his head, “There’s no medicine that can prevent scarring, but luckily the wound isn’t big and a scar won’t ruin his appearance too much. You don’t need to worry.” _{fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm}