"Okay." Mu Jingfeng nodded.
Suddenly, he felt a bit unable to face his own son.
In the car, a silence ensued, neither spoke first.
Finally, as they were nearing the Mu family residence, Mu Jingfeng couldn't help but ask: "Xiao Ye, what do you think about your mother wanting to divorce me?"
"I'm just my mother's choice." Mu Xingye responded softly.
This sentence felt like a death sentence to Mu Jingfeng.
"I know you understand the suffering and pain your mother has endured, and you despise what I've done, but have you ever thought about how I got through all these years?"
"No matter how difficult it is, it can't be an excuse for betrayal."
Mu Jingfeng was choked and couldn't refute.
"This is an undeniable fact. If that incident back then had been me, I would never have chosen the path you took. Every choice corresponds to a result, and your choice has led to the result I face now."
