Ling Yun's face was full of guilt; now that he had someone to confide in, he could no longer hold back his emotions and broke down in tears:
"Sis, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. If I had listened to you and stayed in school like a good kid, Dad wouldn't have been dragged down by me."
Seeing this, Xia Wei's heart softened, knowing that it wasn't Ling Yun's fault.
"Hmph, the Divine Martial Alliance, what audacity," she scoffed.
Remembering Uncle Ling's care for her, although it was mostly out of affection for her mother, the support he offered was genuine.
After all these years, he never forced her to call him father.
Even to respect her wishes, he didn't have any children of his own.
Just then,
The doors to the operating room swung open, and a doctor in green sterile scrubs walked out, shaking his head at the three of them:
"Sorry, we've done everything we could. Who is Miss Xia Yun? Chairman Ling has some words for you, please come in."
"I, I am Xia Yun."
