The smell of cold medicine mingled with the scent of disinfectant, piercing into the muddled consciousness of the Deaf Old Lady. She struggled to lift her eyelids, heavy as lead, and it took her a long while for her vision to focus on the glare of the white walls and the crude iron-frame hospital bed.
She was not dead!
A mixture of emotions—it was hard to tell whether it was relief or bitter resentment—surged up within her. Immediately, intense hatred and bone-deep grievance gripped her withered heart. She remembered everything: that Su Changshun, that damned, thousand-times-deserving little bastard, had stripped away her dignity in public, cursing her as a cheap wretch who falsely claimed kinship just to take advantage of others. And there was her meticulously planned, lethal trap... which had missed its prime opportunity simply because her body had failed her, leaving her to suffer these past two days for nothing.
Chapter 54