"Jojo, Dad is sick, Dad doesn't have much longer, can't you be normal just for Dad? I was wrong in the past, come back with me. I'll spend all of my fortune if I have to, but I'll get you cured."
After being conned and struck by that blow, Jojo Father no longer spoke with overwhelming arrogance, but pleaded so pathetically that he really looked quite pitiful.
The light shimmered on his white hair, and Jojo saw the wrinkles on his father's face. For a moment, he was in a daze, but could the shadows of his childhood and the wrong turn his life had taken be forgiven just because of a few wrinkles?
"Sick? Hahaha! Are you trying to fool a ghost? I have heard one thing: good people don't live long; mischief outlives a thousand years. With all the wrongs you've done, you've got enough to live a thousand, no, ten thousand years!"
"You!" Jojo Father clasped his chest, gasping with rage.
The man by his side hurried over to support him, "Uncle!"
