"We can't keep deceiving ourselves; it's good for no one. Better to endure short-term pain than long-term suffering, better to admit that he's already dead,"
His words were somewhat ruthless.
Mother Rong looked at him coldly, agitated, "Don't think I don't know what you're scheming. If Shaoze is declared dead, you can inherit Shengjue, right? Let me tell you, my son is still alive, and no one can steal his things!"
Rong Mingyan glanced at her, his eyes dark and inscrutable.
He didn't argue with her but directly asked the bedridden Rong Guangguo, "Grandfather, what do you think we should do?"
Mother Rong also turned to look at him immediately, "Dad, you must believe Shaoze is still alive. He's your grandson; you can't just give up on him!"
Rong Guangguo's eyes flickered with a hint of agitation.
He looked at Rong Mingyan, then at Mother Rong, and said tremblingly,
