"But Dad..." Di Yelei hesitated.
"Ms. Zhao, let go of Third Child. You're embarrassing yourself, a woman acting like this. I, Di Defu, must have no luck or virtue to have married a disaster like you. Sigh!" Elderly Mr. Di sighed, looking as if he aged by ten years in an instant.
Ms. Zhao couldn't help but let go of Di Yelei's thigh, moving closer to Elderly Mr. Di with a whimper.
"Old man, what's the matter? This is…"
"Ms. Zhao! I'm getting old! I don't have many years left, and I can't protect you for much longer, so you... just take care of yourself."
After saying this, Elderly Mr. Di leaned on his crutch, shakily walking back into the room. The once shrewd and decisive man had succumbed to the passage of time, now walking with great caution in his old age.
"Old man! Old man! Old man!"
Ms. Zhao's mournful cries couldn't bring him back. Elderly Mr. Di's heavy steps led him into the room, and he closed the door behind him.
