"All right, I understand, Chairman,"
"Dad..."
The voice of Deano Zell came from behind.
Homing Zell saw him and angrily said, "Where have you run off to?"
The Secretary quickly called out, "Young Master."
"You may leave now," Homing Zell said to him.
The Secretary nodded, quickly packed two tubes of blood samples into the briefcase, and left.
Deano Zell saw it all clearly, but he didn't say anything. He said, "I'm sorry, Dad, I shouldn't have left today..."
"You..." Homing Zell was about to give Deano Zell a severe lesson, but when he saw that face so similar to his own when he was young, his anger was extinguished—this was his biological son after all.
Thinking of this, Homing Zell felt that Deano Zell had been right to leave earlier. If he had been there to hear those words with his own ears, to know that his mother had been involved with other men all these years, to know she was such a shameless woman, he would probably have broken down.
