"To tell you the truth, I can't understand."
"I genuinely feel you don't deserve it."
Upon hearing Wen Yan's words, Fake Mo Zhicheng coughed up another mouthful of blood.
His mental defenses were shattered.
His brainwashing hadn't just been dispelled this time; it had backfired violently.
His thoughts also began to spiral into chaos.
He looked towards the Uncle standing in the distance. A familiar feeling welled up in his heart, even though he couldn't see the Uncle's true face, nor could he connect the currently robust Uncle with the elderly man from the past.
When that familiar feeling surfaced, he blurted out,
"Dad..."
He was Mo Zhicheng. That was his father. He had harmed his father, resorting to any means necessary to achieve his goals.
The pain and torment in his heart surged like a maelstrom. Just as he had managed to stand up, his body suddenly shuddered. He spat out another mouthful of blood and collapsed to his knees.
