In the hospital ward, Cao Lin looked at his father with such a frail appearance that he couldn't help but feel heartache. At the moment, his father's eyes were closed, and he clearly didn't want to see him, obviously not wanting him to ask further.
But as his son, how could he not ask? There were some things he needed clarity on before he could settle his mind.
Earlier on the outside, when he overheard the conversation between Yu Jingrong and his father, the pain in his heart was indescribable.
There must be something he didn't know, something that caused him to feel such shock and fear upon hearing it.
"Dad," he said as he sat down in the chair next to him, calling out gently. But Cao Mengfan didn't respond, still with his eyes closed.
Cao Lin felt like dying, with something pressing on his chest, unable to move up or down, unable to find relief; the discomfort was unbearable, and he felt as if he were dead.
