There was a hint of confusion and fear in her beautiful eyes.
She raised her head and stared blankly at the old man in front of her, staring at the solemnity in his eyes, curling her fingers and clutching the sheets tightly, trembling slightly.
Helpless and weak!
"No, it's impossible!"
She had also doubted it, but her mother's physical condition was not very good, and the doctor also said that it was unlikely that she could survive it. Besides -
Besides, no matter how beastly Ye Tengda is, no matter how impatient he is to bring his mistress into the house, there is no way he can do anything to his mother! After all, that man loves face more than anything else. He will not gamble his future for a mere Liu Mengru...
…
Ye Jinghan, whose thoughts were confused, raised his hand tremblingly.
She held her head, lowered her body, curled up, and ordered herself to calm down.
At this time, the old man’s voice came again——
"Child, I am your grandpa, Bo Feiyang."
The old man stretched out his hand towards Ye Jinghan, as if he wanted to comfort her, but in the end he withdrew his hand, turned his back to her, and stood with his hands behind his back: "Eighteen years ago, your mother Bo Qingqing fell in love with that bastard Ye Tengda. Because of her family background.
I didn’t agree with the relationship, but there is no parent in the world who can resist their children. In the end, Qingqing abandoned all the glory of the Bo family and eloped without hesitation..."
"At that time, Qingqing and I were stunned. Since she had abandoned the Bo family, I had the right to assume that I did not have this daughter. But I never thought that that separation would last a lifetime!"
The old man endured it, stretched out his hand to press the corners of his eyes, and sighed: "I regret it! I regret not attending her funeral and not being able to personally place a bouquet of her favorite hydrangeas beside her."
"Hydrangea?"
With a tremor in his heart, Ye Jinghan suddenly remembered that every year when he went to visit his mother's grave, there was a bouquet of hydrangeas in front of the tombstone!
Could it be...
"Could it be that every year on the anniversary of my mother's death, you are the one who goes to see her?"
"I'm here to see her, and also to see you. Let her see how you are doing..." At this point, the old man suddenly choked up, his background stiffened slightly, and his lips trembled: "It's hateful, it's hateful that I didn't go deeper.
After investigating your life, these years..."
"Grandpa...Grandpa."
Feeling sour in his heart, Ye Jinghan seemed to understand the old man's choking, and spoke kindly to interrupt the old man's self-blame.
To be honest, Ye Tengda's face-saving skills are not good for a day or two. Even if he doesn't like her as a daughter, he will not miss her in food and clothing. At least, in the eyes of outsiders, she is still
It’s Miss Ye’s family who is wearing a halo.
Looking at the old man's slightly vicissitudes of life, Ye Jinghan prepared himself mentally and spoke before the old man could.
"Why do you say that my mother's death... was man-made?"
"This is it!"
After hesitating for a few seconds, the old man turned around and handed the recorder he was holding tightly to her with a heavy expression on his face.
"A week ago, someone anonymously sent this voice recorder. Listen to the contents for yourself!"
Look at the recorder in your hand.
Ye Jinghan looked up at the old man again, took a deep breath, and pressed the switch——
The recording content is only five minutes.
But Ye Jinghan felt as if he had spent as long as a century!
Fingertips tremble.
She seemed to have fallen into ice water, her whole body was cold, only a stream of heat surged out of her eyes and wet her cheeks.
"Han Han," looking at the face that resembled his daughter, the old man leaned down, hugged her silently, and gently patted her back.
At this time, Ye Jinghan clenched his fists, and a flash of determination flashed in his bright eyes!
Suppressing his slightly trembling voice, he murmured: "I swear, I, Ye Jinghan, will pay for that bitch with blood!"
