The Outcast Heiress’s Secret Identities
Chapter 292 - Chapter 292 When did she start getting carsick

Chapter 292: When did she start getting carsick? Chapter 292: When did she start getting carsick? However, before she could take a step, Fu Qiyuan directly reached out and grabbed her shoulder, pulling her entirely into his embrace.

Su Ran looked up at Fu Qiyuan, and he smiled at her, his indifferent and cold gaze resting on Ye Zhichen’s face.

Despite the seemingly cold look, Ye Zhichen keenly sensed the deep warning in his eyes.

She took a deep breath and showed Su Ran a shallow and stiff smile.

“…Aren’t you prone to car sickness? You should sit in the front, I’m fine.”

A baffled Su Ran: “…”

When did she start getting car sick?

After all these years of driving, how could she not have known about her motion sickness?

Ye Zhichen shook her head and said no more, pulling open the rear door and getting into the car first.

At this moment, Fu Qiyuan also pulled open the passenger door, his hand on Su Ran’s shoulder applying a slight force.

Su Ran came back to her senses and bent down to get into the car as well.

The man waited until she was seated, fastened her seatbelt, and then walked around to the driver’s seat.

The car started and headed towards the suburbs.

Along the way, the interior of the car was very quiet, with only the occasional conversation.

It was usually either Ye Zhichen and Su Ran talking or Su Ran and Fu Qiyuan conversing.

As for Fu Qiyuan and Ye Zhichen…

They seemed to disdain even an extra glance at each other.

“I haven’t visited Auntie in so long, how is she now? Still no sign of waking up?”

Ye Zhichen looked out at the fast-moving scenery and sighed somewhat.

“No.”

Although Su Ran’s expression was calm, her whole being was enveloped in a thick sorrow that no one could overlook, her brow was furrowed with grief.

The atmosphere in the car suddenly became heavy, the oppression making it hard to breathe.

Fu Qiyuan glanced at the girl’s deeply knitted brows, his lips curling into a faint arc, but it seemed forced in every way.

His heart suddenly contracted, a dense and prickling pain flooding his chest.

He glanced at the woman in the rearview mirror, his expression darkening.

“It’s been so many years, why is there still no sign of improvement? Isn’t medical science quite advanced in the U.S.? Should we consider sending Auntie abroad for treatment?”

Su Ran shook her head.

“It’s no use. The medical science abroad isn’t as good as ours here. This place has the most advanced neurological technology in the world, and the experts here are also the top in the field.”

As Su Ran spoke, she looked at the buildings drawing closer, her demeanor calm but her gaze somewhat distant.

How could she not have tried? She had tried everything, not just overseas. Any method.

Wherever there was an expert in the field, she would invite them. If they wouldn’t come willingly, she’d forcefully bring them, sparing no effort!

But the answer she got from everyone was always the same–

[“The patient’s brain is damaged, she doesn’t wish to wake up.”]

She doesn’t wish to wake up…

She didn’t know what had happened to her mother, what had caused her to choose to sleep forever.

Whatever it was that made her abandon everything, even her own daughter, must have been something unbearable.

And she was utterly clueless!

Su Ran was engulfed in deep self-blame and guilt, wondering if things would have turned out differently had she paid more attention to her mother, understood her better.

A strong sour taste suddenly rose in Su Ran’s throat, and a wave of wetness welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision.

Fu Qiyuan’s large hand gently covered her eyes, blocking out all the light from the outside world.

In the dim shadows, a solitary tear silently slid down Su Ran’s face.