Su Yan knew that anything he said at this moment would be meaningless, she won't listen.
Bai Xue didn't let him in.
Su Yan stood outside the window, looking through the glass at Su Yafu lying in the bed. His tiny body, plugged full of tubes, dependent on a respirator to survive, his heart ached, ached intensely.
This was his son! His own flesh and blood! If he had seen him, how could he possibly have saved Bai Wanrou ahead of his own son? He wasn't insane!
The fire last time made him swear, that there was no one more important in the world than his wife, Mrs. Su, and their son!
They were the most important people to him!
No one was more important than them!
His hand on the glass was clenched into a fist, veins bulging upon it.
He would make the person responsible for this pay dearly!
He would make them wish they were dead!
The bloodlust in his dark eyes made him look like a man possessed, driven by sheer madness!
