Rebirth: My Reclusive Husband Helps Me Get Revenge!-Chapter 66: Felt her reeling

Lixue shifted uneasily in her seat, her eyes flickering to the rearview mirror where her mother’s fragile form lay bundled in the back. "What kind of person kidnaps someone like this?" she muttered, her voice laced with both frustration and sorrow.

Mo Ran’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. "The kind of person who doesn’t care about morality—only money and power."

"Liang Cheng..." Lixue repeated the name softly, trying to commit it to memory. "Why does it feel like there’s more to this?" She turned to Mo Ran, her gaze unwavering. "What aren’t you telling me?"

Mo Ran sighed, his usual calm façade flickering for a moment. "There’s nothing solid to tell you, Lixue. Liang Cheng is just another name for now, but trust me—I’ll find out everything about him."

"Another name..." Lixue frowned, her tone skeptical. "You said his men were afraid of him. That doesn’t sound like just another name."

"Exactly why you don’t need to worry about him," Mo Ran said firmly. "This isn’t your fight."

Lixue bristled, crossing her arms. "It became my fight the moment my mother was dragged into it."

Mo Ran glanced at her briefly, his eyes hard but tinged with something softer—concern. "Your safety is my priority. Let me handle the rest."

Lixue opened her mouth to argue but hesitated. She knew Mo Ran was capable, but the growing sense of unease in her chest refused to subside. Why had her mother been targeted in the first place? And why had Liang Cheng—whoever he was—allowed her to be rescued so easily?

The car pulled into the hospital parking lot, and Mo Ran didn’t give her another chance to press the matter. He parked swiftly and stepped out, carefully lifting Nangong Leili from the backseat.

"I’ll check her in," he said over his shoulder. "Stay close." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Lixue nodded, following him into the brightly lit emergency room. The sterile smell of antiseptic filled the air as Mo Ran carried her mother to the reception desk, his commanding presence making the nurses scramble into action.

As the staff whisked her mother away for treatment, Lixue lingered by Mo Ran’s side, her mind spinning.

This wasn’t over.

Whatever connection Liang Cheng had to this nightmare, she wasn’t going to let it go.

For now, though, her focus was on her mother.

Mo Ran placed a hand gently on her shoulder, grounding her spiraling thoughts. "She’s safe now. We’ll get answers, I promise."

The sterile hospital room was quiet, save for the soft beeping of the machines monitoring her mother’s vital signs. Lixue sat by her mother’s bedside, her fingers lightly brushing the frail hand resting on the pillow. Despite the medical attention, her mother’s condition had been delicate, her frailty more evident now than ever.

Lixue had always known her mother as someone who was once vibrant, full of warmth and grace, despite the illness that had slowly stolen so much from her.

Nangong Leili’s presence had always been a source of comfort—her soft voice, her gentle touch, the calm and steady way she had always been there. But now, the woman lying in the hospital bed seemed like a shadow of her former self. Her skin was thin and pale, her breathing shallow and erratic.

The shock of what had happened seemed to have taken a toll on her body.

Lixue’s heart ached as she looked at her mother, helpless to make it all go away.

She couldn’t shake the image of her mother being taken from the care facility, she knew this was Yu Jia’s way of making her write songs for her. But right now, all she could do was to be here, by her mother’s side, offering whatever comfort she could.

Her hand squeezed her mother’s gently, and she spoke softly, as if hoping to anchor her back to the world around her. "Mum, it’s me. You’re safe now. You don’t have to worry anymore."

There was no response. Just the steady rhythm of the machines, the quiet hum of the hospital. It was hard to tell if her mother could even hear her. The doctor had said it could take time for her to recover from the shock,

but Lixue couldn’t help but feel the panic rising in her chest. What if she didn’t wake up? What if the stress had been too much?

As she fought back the tears threatening to fall, Mo Ran entered the room, his expression serious, though his eyes softened when he saw Lixue sitting there, her exhaustion and concern were palpable. He walked over to her and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, offering her the quiet support she had come to rely on.

"How is she?" he asked softly, his voice careful, not wanting to add to Lixue’s worries.

Lixue didn’t look up at first. She just continued to hold her mother’s hand, her voice barely above a whisper. "She’s... still unconscious. The doctors said she’s stable for now, but it’s hard to know what she’s really going through."

Mo Ran nodded, understanding. He knew better than anyone the weight of watching someone you love suffer, especially when there was so little you could do to help.

"She’ll get through this," he said gently. "You’re here with her now. That’s all that matters."

Lixue’s grip tightened on her mother’s hand. "I don’t want her to feel alone, Mo Ran. I don’t want her to feel scared, not when she’s been through so much already."

"I know," he said softly, his hand remaining on her shoulder in quiet reassurance. "But you’re here, and that’s what counts. You’re not letting her face this alone."

Lixue closed her eyes, feeling the weight of the moment settle in. Her mother had always been there for her, and now, it was her turn to offer the same kind of unwavering support.

She couldn’t undo what had happened, couldn’t change the way her mother had been taken, but she could stay with her. She could keep her company, hold her hand, and keep the fear from overtaking the fragile peace of the moment.

As the hours passed, the tension in the room eased slightly. The quiet beeping of the machines felt like a steady heartbeat, a reminder that her mother was still there. Still fighting. And so, Lixue would fight too—fight for her mother, fight for their future, and fight to ensure that nothing like this would ever happen again.

Mo Ran stayed by her side, offering his support, his presence grounding her in the midst of the uncertainty. The night stretched on, and Lixue didn’t leave her mother’s side, unwilling to let go for even a second.

Mo Ran checked his watch before glancing back at Lixue, who was still standing by her mother’s bedside, her fingers lightly brushing Nangong Leili’s hand. The gentle rise and fall of her chest was steady, and although she looked tired from the ordeal, it was clear that her mother was unharmed.

"Lixue," Mo Ran said softly, stepping closer. "We need to go home. She’s safe now, and the doctors assured us there’s nothing to worry about. They’ll notify us immediately if there’s any change."

Lixue hesitated, her lips pressing together. "I just... I want to be sure she’s okay. What if she wakes up and wonders where I am?"

Mo Ran placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "She’s resting, and the staff here will take good care of her. You’ve been up all night, Lixue. You won’t be able to help her if you push yourself too far."

Her eyes flickered with doubt, but Mo Ran’s steady presence seemed to anchor her. With a quiet nod, she gave her mother’s hand one last squeeze. "I’ll come back first thing tomorrow," she whispered, as though speaking directly to Nangong Leili.

"You can spend as much time with her tomorrow as you want," Mo Ran assured her as he guided her out of the room.

The walk through the hospital’s corridors felt surreal to Lixue, as if the events of the night had been nothing but a bad dream. Her mind was still racing, replaying the moment she learned her mother had been taken.

By the time they reached the car, exhaustion was starting to catch up with her. Mo Ran opened the passenger door for her, waiting until she got in before closing it gently. He slipped into the driver’s seat and started the engine, the soft hum filling the silence.

"You don’t have to keep quiet for my sake," Lixue said after a while, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I’m not keeping quiet," Mo Ran replied without taking his eyes off the road. "I’m just giving you space you need, to process everything."

She nodded faintly, leaning her head against the window as the lights of the city passed by. Despite her exhaustion, her thoughts kept circling back to her mother. She had been found safe, yes, but the questions surrounding of what Yu Jia would do next, left her reeling.

By the time they arrived at the mansion, the first hints of dawn were breaking over the horizon. The warm glow cast a peaceful light over the grand estate, though it did little to soothe Lixue’s worries.

Mo Ran walked her inside, his hand lightly resting on her back as he led her upstairs. "Get some rest," he said firmly. "I’ll handle everything. If anything comes up, I’ll let you know immediately."

Lixue paused at the doorway to their bedroom, turning to face him. "Mo Ran... thank you. I don’t know what I’d do without you.."