After Transmigrating Into A Novel, Not Only Did I Become An Omega, But I Also Provoked The Male Lead’s Mother - Chapter 46

Grandma Yang’s health continued to decline. After the New Year, her daily headaches and dizziness worsened, and she even fainted once. Fortunately, Qin Yue was always by her side to care for her.

She refused to tell Grandma Hai, afraid of worrying her old companion.

Only when her body truly gave out did she summon the courage. One day, while sitting with Grandma Hai in the garden, she clung to her hand, her head leaning against Grandma Hai’s shoulder. Forcing a cheerful tone, she said, “Hai, I have some good news!”

“What is it?” Grandma Hai asked softly, stroking her hand.

A trace of sorrow clouded Grandma Yang’s face as she forced a smile, her voice light and excited. “The hospital called today. They found a donor! Hai, you’ll be able to see again soon!”

“Really?!” Grandma Hai exclaimed, clearly delighted by the news. “That means I’ll finally be able to see you again! How wonderful!”

Hearing Grandma Hai’s words, Grandma Yang felt a lump in her throat, as if a fish bone were lodged there, preventing any words from escaping.

She sat up straighter, waves of grief and anger crashing against her chest like relentless ocean waves, causing a pain so deep she could no longer restrain her emotions. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

She tried to control her breathing, hoping Grandma Hai wouldn’t notice she was crying.

“When that time comes, I’ll see you every day and make up for all these years we’ve been apart,” Grandma Hai continued, unaware of Grandma Yang’s distress, still looking forward to the future.

Grandma Yang covered her mouth, slowly closing her eyes. Tears soaked her cheeks as she struggled to suppress her sobs. “Mm,” she managed.

But no matter how she tried to hold back, Grandma Hai’s familiarity with her companion easily detected something was wrong. She reached out, feeling her way toward Grandma Yang, urgently asking, “What’s wrong? What happened?”

Grandma Yang gripped Grandma Hai’s hand, her voice trembling with tears. “I’m just so happy!” she lied. “I’m happy… happy that you’re finally going to recover and be able to see me again!”

Hearing Grandma Yang’s words, Grandma Hai’s worried heart finally settled. “What’s there to cry about?” She gently brushed away the tears on Grandma Yang’s cheek with her fingertips.

“But now I’m not pretty anymore,” Grandma Yang said softly, acting a little spoiled. “I’m old and wrinkled. You’ll definitely find me repulsive!”

“Nonsense!” Grandma Hai chuckled, soothing her. “You’re beautiful no matter what. I love you just the way you are.”

Grandma Yang took a deep breath, forcing back her tears. Her voice forced cheerfulness, but a hint of regret lingered. “It’s just… during your recovery, I won’t be able to stay by your side.”

“What’s happened?” Grandma Hai asked urgently.

“I found a job as a live-in caregiver,” Grandma Yang explained. “The employer is a kind person who pays very well, but there’s one catch: I can’t use my phone freely or go out.”

Grandma Hai looked reluctant. She didn’t want to be separated from Grandma Yang.

Grandma Yang continued, deliberately emphasizing the perks. “The pay is great, and the work is light. It’ll cover your surgery and nutrition costs, and we’ll have plenty left over for our retirement. Oh, please, let me take this job!”

Grandma Yang had actually saved up enough money for Grandma Hai’s corneal transplant surgery long ago. The surgery itself wasn’t expensive—just a few tens of thousands of yuan—and with postoperative recovery costs, the total wouldn’t even reach eighty thousand.

When Grandma Yang mentioned the surgery fee, Grandma Hai couldn’t refuse. Instead, she felt deeply guilty, sighing, “It’s all my fault… I’ve dragged you into this…”

Before she could finish speaking, a hand covered her mouth.

Grandma Yang scolded gently, “Don’t talk nonsense! You’re the dearest person to me, and I’m willing to do this willingly!”

In the end, Grandma Hai agreed to let Grandma Yang work as a “home caregiver.”

Grandma Yang lowered her head, her eyes filled with sorrow, a bitter taste in her mouth.

A few days later, Grandma Yang went to the hospital, claiming she needed to start her work.

Ling Jixiao had her staff bring Grandma Yang to the hospital.

Grandma Yang had no intention of spending more money on expensive treatments. She had completely given up, but she didn’t want to die in the sanatorium and worry Grandma Hai, so she chose the hospital. The doctors respected her wishes and transferred her to a palliative care ward.

Though she harbored thoughts of dying, she wasn’t entirely willing. Yet, when she thought of how she could restore Hai’s sight, she felt a strange peace.

The hospital staff took good care of Grandma Yang. Their attentive service made her feel at ease.

She recorded many voice messages and wrote countless letters, organizing the photos she had taken over the years.

Qin Yue visited Grandma Yang every day, spending time chatting with her but never mentioning her illness.

One day after school, Qin Yue received a call from the hospital staff.

Knowing her time was running out, Grandma Yang asked the staff to call Qin Yue and Ling Jixiao.

She looked at the two women, didn’t try to comfort them, but simply expressed her gratitude.

Qin Yue and Ling Jixiao didn’t show any sadness either. They chose to keep her company with laughter during her final days.

The next day, Grandma Yang’s condition suddenly worsened. As she lay dying, she stared into the void, thinking of Grandma Hai’s face, and reached out as if to grab it.

Though she regretted Hai wasn’t by her side, she didn’t regret anything she had done.

Qin Yue rushed to the hospital. Seeing the frail, withered Grandma Yang on the bed, tears streamed down her face.

Grandma Yang gripped Qin Yue’s hand and slowly said that though she regretted not having children, she didn’t regret it. She added that in her eyes, Qin Yue was like her own daughter, and she sincerely wished for Qin Yue’s happiness.

“Yue, don’t cry,” Grandma Yang said. “I like seeing you all smile. You should be happy for me.” She had finally escaped the clutches of illness.

Qin Yue forced a tearful smile, promising she would be happy.

Ling Jixiao stood nearby, her eyes red-rimmed as she patted Qin Yue’s back in consolation.

Grandma Yang gazed at a spot on the ceiling, her mind drifting through her life—regrets, joys, sorrows, and happiness.

“Hai, don’t be sad,” she murmured softly. “Meeting you was the greatest blessing. I hope we can be together again in the next life.”

Her voice faded into silence, dissipating into the air.

With lingering affection for her lover and blessings for the world, she departed peacefully.

Qin Yue clung to Ling Jixiao’s clothes, her sobs wracking her body. Ling Jixiao held her, silent tears streaming down her cheeks.

Grandma Yang’s funeral was simple, a necessity to keep the secret from Grandma Hai and avoid drawing too much attention.

But how long could this deception last?

Grandma Yang owned a house left to her by her parents. Though old and dilapidated, it was soon to be demolished, and the compensation would be substantial. She divided the house into two shares, one for Qin Yue and one for Ling Jixiao, who had helped her. Even though she knew neither needed the house, it was her way of expressing her gratitude.

On the day Grandma Yang passed away, Grandma Hai was scheduled for surgery—a corneal transplant.

The surgery went smoothly, and she would need one to three months to fully recover her sight.

Grandma Hai sat on the hospital bed, feeling both disappointed and excited.

She was disappointed that her husband hadn’t come to see her, but excited because she would soon be able to see again. Finally, she would be able to see her beloved husband.

Qin Yue visited Grandma Hai and played some voice recordings she had made for her while Grandma Yang was still alive.

The recordings contained Grandma Yang’s happiness about Grandma Hai’s impending recovery and her longing for her friend. Grandma Hai stroked the phone, a contented smile spreading across her face.

“How is she?” Grandma Hai asked softly.

Her eyes were bandaged with white gauze. She turned toward Qin Yue, her voice filled with anxiety and concern.

When Ling Jixiao arrived, she found them in this scene.

“Grandma Yang was wonderful,” Qin Yue said, her voice cracking as she struggled to hold back tears. She couldn’t imagine how Grandma Hai would feel when she discovered Grandma Yang had passed away.

Unable to suppress her overwhelming grief any longer, Qin Yue covered her mouth and fled the room.

Ling Jixiao wanted to chase after her, but she stopped herself, quickly contacting nursing staff to watch over Grandma Hai before going to find Qin Yue.

Grandma Hai seemed unaware of the commotion. Clutching her phone, she replayed Grandma Yang’s voice message over and over, her longing intensifying.

Ling Jixiao left the room, scanning the corridors for Qin Yue. Her brows furrowed as she studied the passing figures, but none were familiar.

When Qin Yue left, her face was etched with sorrow, tears streaming down her cheeks. The glistening drops, catching the light, revealed a profound anguish that pierced Ling Jixiao’s heart.

Deep down, Ling Jixiao had hoped Qin Yue would be happy. She never wanted to see her look so heartbroken.

Ling Jixiao’s steps quickened, her heart pounding as if gripped by an invisible hand. An indescribable anxiety spread through her chest as she searched frantically.

At last, Ling Jixiao found Qin Yue in the corner at the end of the corridor.

Qin Yue sat hunched over, her eyes downcast, her arms tightly wrapped around her knees. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, her eyelashes quivering as large tears streamed down her cheeks.

Grief weighed heavily like thick summer clouds, obscuring all light.

Qin Yue’s entire figure exuded loneliness and desolation, causing Ling Jixiao’s heart to ache.

Watching Qin Yue weep silently, Ling Jixiao stopped and quietly sat beside her, offering her silent companionship.

As the sorrow deepened, Ling Jixiao heard Qin Yue’s stifled sobs and regretful sighs. Unable to bear it any longer, she stepped forward, crouched down, and embraced Qin Yue.

Feeling the warmth of Ling Jixiao’s embrace, as if finally supported, Qin Yue broke down completely, her sobs echoing through the corridor.

The gloomy clouds thickened, the atmosphere heavy with sorrow. All surrounding noise seemed to fade into silence, leaving only Ling Jixiao’s comforting embrace to soothe Qin Yue’s anguish.

Qin Yue clung tightly to Ling Jixiao’s waist, burying her face in her arms as she cried out loud, releasing the anguish and sorrow that had built up inside her.

She wept for Grandma Yang’s regrets and mourned Grandma Hai’s lonely wait.

The lives of both elderly women had undoubtedly been bitter: lives that passed each other by, filled with regrets, and fleeting moments of happiness that ultimately vanished like bubbles.

Outside the window, the sky was a dull gray, and the trees stood bare. A sudden drop in temperature brought an unexpected snowfall, silently blanketing the world in white.

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