He only knew that the Ji Family originally belonged to him, Ji Rui, and had nothing to do with that shameless woman and her two greedy sons, Ji Wen and Ji Wu!
"Ah Ru..."
Mr. Ji's hoarse call snapped Ji Rui back from his thoughts to the harsh reality.
Ji Rui stood up and hesitated for a moment before striding over.
"How do you feel? Is there anywhere uncomfortable?"
Ji Rui stood by the bedside, slightly bending over to look at the old man lying on the hospital bed.
Once, he wished for the old man's death, but now, looking at his pale, sickly face, he felt no satisfaction at all.
Mr. Ji's eyes, cloudy and somewhat dazed, seemed to take great effort to focus on Ji Rui's face.
"Ah Ru... I'm sorry..."
Mr. Ji's voice trembled slightly as he lifted his hand from the bed.
Ji Rui glanced at his hand, reached over to hold it, and roughly tucked it back under the blanket, pressing it down.
