This was the best she could do.
Ugly words should always be said first.
"Even if I die, I wouldn't want your help!" Grandma Qiao glared at her with venom, "I'd rather die!"
"Since Grandma is willing to die, it's quite simple. Just pull out the needle, stop the IV, and refuse treatment. I think you'll get your wish soon enough," Qiao Xia leaned in, smiling at her, "Grandma, you should at least have the strength to pull out a needle."
Grandma Qiao glared at her angrily, her cloudy eyes full of hatred, yet showing not the slightest intention to pull out the needle, nor any real desire to die. Qiao Xia understood her all too well.
She was very fond of her life.
"I live comfortably by myself, so, I don't want a burden like you either. Don't you dislike me? Being alive is the real torture for me. After all, such a big medical bill—I'm a divorced woman, without Mu Liang, where would I find the money for you?"
