As he entered the hospital room, a cold voice suddenly echoed in Gong Jian's mind: "Gong Jian, you've done too much evil, you'll face retribution sooner or later. You're destined to die without descendants in this life."
Back then, he dismissed it as the other person's impotent rage, but now a chill surged from his feet throughout his entire body. His face alternated between green and white, and his hands trembled slightly.
Could it be... it's really coming true?
He had done so many bad things, harmed so many people, and now retribution had finally arrived, falling upon his only son.
"Husband, say something! What will happen to Xiaoyu in the future?"
Yan Lizhu raised her head, her face full of anguish as she looked at him.
Gong Jian took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and said in a deep voice, "Get him admitted first, let the doctors treat him well, and we'll discuss other matters later."
