On the contrary, Qiao Zhengchong, despite years of overt and covert struggles with his eldest and third brothers, still fell short in his mindset, always believing that they were blood brothers and no matter the hatred, bones may break but tendons remain connected. As long as it wasn't too excessive, he would always pull his punches...
He was so exhausted that he became debilitated and chronically ill.
Those who usually curried favor with the Qiao Family's second branch were all fearing for themselves.
"I can understand them," Dong Shan said as she drove, sighing continually. "They all have families to feed. His uncle is ruthless. Once Dong is imprisoned, according to Grandpa's will, he loses his inheritance rights. Grandma favors the eldest branch. When the time comes, we might end up with nothing. Standing on the wrong side now might mean never being able to turn things around..."
Chi Yue coughed weakly twice.
"What's Grandma Qiao's situation now?"
