Yin Baichuan's heart was filled with bitterness.
He suddenly felt an urge to pour his heart out.
Unable to control himself, all the words buried deep in his heart spilled out: "I always thought that my parents disliked me because I was unpleasant, but only now do I understand what really happened. In fact, if it weren't for the desire to take over my family's house, they wouldn't have raised me at all."
Anning gently comforted him: "Mr. Yin should look ahead. Your life is quite good now. Your wife loves you deeply, and you have a son and a daughter. Moreover, the truth has now come to light."
Yin Baichuan chuckled: "You're right, my life is indeed quite good now. I'll just consider all that happened in the past as trials that helped shape me."
At this moment, Lady Yin was still crying.
The early death of her eldest son was an eternal pain in her heart, and every time it was mentioned, she would grieve for a long time.
