Lin Hao was startled by his mother’s words.
"What are you talking about? Father always said his family had all passed away, leaving only us. You and Father aren’t blood-related, so there’s no way to exchange lives for him."
Fang Miao stared at the floor, her mind turning over so unknown thoughts.
Just then, Yu ngyu’s voice suddenly ca from outside.
"I’m leaving first. Call after you’ve made a decision."
After she spoke, footsteps were heard gradually growing distant.
Lin Hao, distracted by this, suddenly thought of sothing else.
"You’re not planning to have have a child, are you? Not to ntion whether using a child’s life to save Father’s life is a cri, but there wouldn’t even be enough ti."
Yu ngyu just said that Father only has three months left to live.
Even if he went insane and found a woman to have a child, it’s impossible to have the baby in three months.
For a mont, Lin Hao felt a tinge of regret; he had been so busy with work that he never started a family, and now he didn’t have a child of his own blood.
But this thought lasted only an instant before it sent a cold sweat down Lin Hao’s back.
How could he think like this? This is clearly a cri.
He could use his own life to exchange for his father’s; that’s a personal choice.
But using a child’s life for this—wouldn’t that be murder?
Yet if there really was such an opportunity, even if it was insane, when backed into a corner, he couldn’t say for sure he wouldn’t actually choose that.
While Lin Hao was lost in these thoughts, Fang Miao finally made a decision.
"Actually, your dad has a sister."
Lin Hao exclaid, "How is that possible? Dad clearly said..."
"Keep your voice down!" Fang Miao sharply interrupted, "He doesn’t know. He always thought she was dead."
Lin Hao’s eyes widened, "How could this be?"
"Do you rember when you were about ten, our family suddenly hit a streak of bad luck?"
Lin Hao thought carefully, "It seems like sothing like that happened."
He’d heard his father joke that he was originally a very fortunate person, succeeding in everything, always eting benefactors.
He rose step by step with the wind at his back, able to start this business from scratch.
But luck is unpredictable, and Lin Jianping did have so setbacks and spilled so blood.
Fortunately, with hard work, he managed to preserve most of his estate.
But these mories were vague for Lin Hao; he didn’t know why his mother suddenly brought them up.
Fang Miao, having broached the subject, didn’t continue, "Even if I tell you more, you wouldn’t understand. Just rember one thing: your dad still has kin, so if you want to exchange..."
She intended to say that if an exchange of lives were to happen, it shouldn’t be him.
But just then, the suite door was flung open violently.
It banged against the wall with a loud thud.
Standing at the doorway was Lin Jianping.
"What are you saying? I have kin? My sister is still alive?"
It was the first ti Lin Hao had seen his father so furiously enraged.
He seed about to rush in, but unable to see clearly, he tripped on a blanket, pitching forward heavily.
Fortunately, at the critical mont, Lin Hao lunged forward and caught his father’s waist, preventing Lin Jianping from falling.
Lin Jianping didn’t care about standing steady; he fixed his cloudy eyes on Fang Miao.
"Fang Miao, explain yourself. Is my sister alive or dead? Why, when I sent you to fetch Chunju, did you return with news of her death?"
Lin Jianping was like an aging yet furious lion, and Fang Miao was scared enough to step back.
"I..."
"Speak! What on earth happened?"
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