Su Yan had heard Su Ruohan tell Cheng Tianhao more than once that he, Su Yan, was the bastard son, and Cheng Tianhao should be the rightful heir of the Su's.
She even tried to kill him.
Could a child raised by such a deranged mother not turn out to be deranged as well?
"Xiao Han, come home with daddy." Su Dongkun walked over. He felt regret over the loss of his grandson, but he wasn't overly heartbroken. He even felt that the boy got what he deserved. A person with such a mentality could never achieve greatness, and death might be a form of liberation.
"Home? Do I still have a home?" Su Ruohan laughed ghastically.
After her love had been destroyed, she had lived for her son, her son was her everything. Without him, where could she return to? What was the point of her living?
