Peach Blossom Calamity

Xia Bing understood the meaning behind these words.

Xia Hou Zun received a phone call and hurriedly left with Xia Bing.

Seeing his worried expression, she held his hand tightly. Feeling this, his heart stirred, and he held her hand back.

Xia Hou Zun entered the hospital room, and Xia Bing waited outside. Through the slightly open door, their conversation could be heard.

“You finally came,” Xia Bing guessed this was Xia Hou Yu, though his tone seemed lacking in confidence.

Xia Hou Zun was accustomed to his accusations.

“What do you want to say.”

Xia Hou Yu knew he had wronged them in the past, but the support he’d given over the years was never less than what he gave his daughter. So why did his son still harbor such hatred?

“I’m your father. Do I need a reason to find you? You’re stingy even about coming to the hospital… I wonder if you’re really my son…” Since falling ill, his son had visited only a few times.

“I’m naturally your son. My ruthlessness is definitely inherited from you. Remember when mother was sick, I begged you repeatedly, but when she was critically ill, you never even came to see her…

Xia Hou Zun originally did not want to bring up old grievances, but when he thought of Xia Hou Yu’s accusations, he could not help but speak out the resentment in his heart. Back then, his mother had left so alone, and he remembered how she would frequently look outside, hoping Xia Hou Yu would come to see her one last time, but ultimately never did. At that time, Xia Hou Yu had told him he still had a big business deal to complete…

A big business deal? Xia Hou Zun found it ironic… They were less important than a business deal in Xia Hou Yu’s eyes… Even their final meeting was just a memorial photo, which Xia Hou Yu glanced at briefly before walking away.

“So you’ve been holding onto this grudge…” Even when seriously ill, Xia Hou Yu would recall the past, remembering Zun’s mother. Such a beautiful woman, but later he…

Xia Hou Zun gave a bitter smile, “You think these things can be forgotten just by wanting to forget? Some wounds are etched into the bone marrow, not something time can heal.”

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