Xia Jingfeng had already guessed most of the truth, but he still had no evidence.
Hearing his father's apology.
Outwardly, he nonchalantly fiddled with the exquisite teacup in his hand, but internally, a storm was raging.
He had hated all his life, waiting a lifetime for this apology.
Finally, just as he was about to give up and let go of his grievances, he received this belated apology.
Yes!
He indeed owed himself an apology.
He gripped the teacup tightly, his gaze firm and sharp.
But...
His hands suddenly relaxed.
Now that he got the apology, what difference does it make?
His father was already in this state, already tormented so.
If only he had let go earlier, given his filial piety and care earlier, might his father have enjoyed his later years without such inhuman torment?
His hands began to tremble slightly.
Was it regret? Or fear?
"Father!"
"It's okay!"
He finally said the words he most wanted to say.
