"But if, Dad, you came here to plead for them, you can give up. I'm not retaliating against Wang Xian and her daughter, already out of respect for you and Grandpa. If it weren't for you and Grandpa, the Wan Family would already be facing the same fate as the Wang Family."
"Dad, you should be satisfied!"
With this final remark, Wan Chong got out of the car, leaving without looking back.
Wan Yuanshan watched his determined departing figure, a sharp pain piercing his chest.
He bent over in pain, clutching his chest.
He felt like a failed man.
Unable to handle the relationship between his son, Wang Xian, and his two daughters.
Before, when Wan Chong was at school or away, he didn't notice anything.
Now that Wan Chong returned to Beijing, this family suddenly became tense, a home difficult to call a home.
He sat in the car, dazed, for a long time before instructing the driver, "Drive."
The driver asked, "Sir, where to?"
Wan Yuanshan said wearily, "To the hospital."
