Mr. Wang was truly wronged; he was genuinely busy, not making excuses. Making excuses about being busy might apply to a husband, but not to a son. This was his own father, no matter what, as a son, he couldn't just abandon his father—that would be utterly against natural justice.
"Yes, busy, all of you are so busy," the old man said, tapping the ground with his cane. "Here I am, almost dying, and not one of you comes to see me. Useless, all my sons and grandsons."
"Dad..." Mr. Wang felt an immense sense of guilt.
The old man turned and walked forward, gazing into the distance at the stretch of lush green woods. From this spot, he could easily see the green waters, the blue sky, and the clear stream.
