Since Old Sir Yan fell ill, he’s been lying in the old mansion, with doctors on standby and his descendants taking turns to show their filial piety.
Just in case one day the Old Man wakes up and the first person he sees is them, surely he’d be moved to grant them an extra share of the inheritance—that’s the true motivation behind their eagerness to be filial.
When Yan Sijue arrived, the old mansion was almost packed to the brim; not just the Old Man’s children and grandchildren but distant relatives of the Yan Family had also co, each wearing a mix of fear and expectation on their faces, knowing the Old Man would wake up, they all gathered here voluntarily, hoping to gain more benefits.
As Yan Sijue walked in, everyone’s gaze fell on him. Technically, Yan Sijue had no right to show up in such scenarios, as he was already not part of the Yan Family, but everyone knew it was the Old Man’s instruction, and who would dare to question it?
In front of the Old Man’s room were his most loyal confidants and old companions, as well as Yan Yaohao.
"Grandpa has been waiting for you," Yan Yaohao gently said to him.
Yan Sijue glanced at him; it had been a long ti since they last t, and the once humble young man now had the aura of a head of the family, commanding respect without anger.
He smiled faintly, pushed the door, and went inside.
Inside, there was only the Old Man, lying in bed, a needle in the back of his hand, eyes closed, but his eyelids were trembling slightly.
Since their last conversation, he hadn’t seen the Old Man in a long ti. Indeed, he was on the verge of leaving, his whole being exuding a decaying aura, as if the once lively old man had suddenly aged.
"Are you okay?" Yan Sijue walked to his bedside and spoke calmly.
The Old Man’s eyelids fluttered, he opened his eyes, his gaze muddy, only after a long pause did it focus on him.
"Sijue, is it you?" he said with difficulty and then began to cough forcefully, "I’m almost done for."
"Yeah, I can see that," Yan Sijue said calmly.
The Old Man seed to let out a laugh, "So much alike... you’re just like the young ..."
Yan Sijue curled his lips, "But I don’t think so. If I were you, I wouldn’t be so weak as to not admit my failure, yet using every thod to tornt a teenager."
The Old Man trembled violently.
"...If back then, cough cough, I hadn’t done that, would you still hate ?"
Yan Sijue didn’t speak for a long ti.
Ever since he learned Lan Yueru wasn’t dead, in fact, his hatred for the Old Man had lost its final support. The reason he took such great risks to retaliate against him was because he had always believed Lan Yueru was driven to death by the Old Man.
"I don’t know." Yan Sijue smiled faintly, "Because of Mom, I might never see you as a father, but I don’t know if I would still hate you."
"Sijue..." The Old Man coughed a few tis forcefully, smiling bitterly, "Back then, I was most guarded against you, but in the end, I realized, the only one in the entire Yan Family I can trust is you."
Yan Sijue raised an eyebrow in surprise, "Are you joking?"
The Old Man was panting heavily, shaking his head with difficulty, "No, I can feel it, soone’s trying to harm ! Sijue, help ..."
"Why should I help you?" Yan Sijue laughed softly, "Out there, beyond this door, are all the descendants you’ve ticulously nurtured, yet you don’t ask for their help, but co to ... you really have gone senile."
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