Gong Heng glanced at the man lying on the sickbed, still alive, yet essentially dead, and tried hard to stir up some humanity within himself, to see if there was any father-son sentiment in his heart. But no matter how hard he tried, he found that his heart remained unmoved. Even the memory of his imposing father, always stern-faced and authoritative, seemed so far removed from the feeble man lying on the hospital bed, unable to even open his eyes.
It was supposed to be a desolate sight.
Yet he felt nothing.
Gong Heng said, "You've seen him, you can go back now."
She had just walked in!
"I want to stay and take care of Uncle Gong."
"There's no need," he rejected coldly. "I've already hired a caretaker for him. In a couple of days, he'll be moved to a quiet place to spend his old age, and you won't have to see him anymore."
She stared at him with widened eyes, in disbelief.
But in the end, she was still taken away by him...
