The more she has experienced, the more disappointed the old lady feels, especially now, when she sees her grandsons ignoring their father for the so-called inheritance. That coldness in her heart has become indescribable...
It's a sin!
What kind of ungrateful wolves did she raise...
Unfortunately, even now, as she laments, the already enraged Gu Jinyun still refuses to back down, aggressively saying, "What I'm saying is also the truth. Even if dad wakes up now, he can't speak. Can't you wait a bit longer to see him?"
"My son is this sick, why should I wait a bit longer to see him?"
The old lady was shaking with rage, yet her grandson still maintained a self-righteous stance. That coldness made her feel like her whole body was boiling with reversed blood flow.
Heavily, heavily she stomped her cane again, each word filled with sorrow: "Can't speak? Can't he blink his eyes? He is my son; just a glance at his eyes, I know what he wants to say, he doesn't need to open his mouth!"
