Old Man Loh's heart seemed to be bleeding. He grieved for his granddaughter's death, despised the man who had taken advantage of her, and although he did not hate the child she had given life to, he also did not feel particularly fond of him. All he thought about was that as long as he and his wife lived, they would raise their granddaughter's child for as many years as they could, never considering abandoning him.
After all, some of the blood flowing in the child's veins was from the Loh family. However, he never anticipated that his wife, when he was not paying attention, would take the child and abandon him on a mountain.
He understood his wife's feelings, but he could not comprehend her actions.
A child who had been born not long ago, merely wrapped in a tattered cloth, abandoned in the mountains by his own great-grandma, how could he possibly survive?
Frankly, it was condemning the child to death!
But now that things had reached this point, what more could he say?
