Jin Yuexin stood there frozen, pale as paper, her eyes still wide from the sudden chaos. Her lips parted slightly, trembling, as if trying to breathe but unable to pull enough air into her lungs.
"Yue?" Su Meilin gently touched her shoulder.
The moment their eyes met, the composure Jin Yuexin had been clinging to shattered. She collapsed into Meilin's arms, small hands gripping her blouse as she sobbed, her voice raw and broken.
"I—I didn't mean to... I didn't know—" Her words were a jumbled mess, quiet and stuttering, barely more than whispers between choked gasps.
"I was… I was just scared... nanny—nanny is sick and I couldn't… I didn't know who to call—"
"Hush, it's okay now. It's okay, Yue." Su Meilin whispered gently, rocking her softly like a mother would. "You did the right thing."
