The ten-year-old boy had tears in his eyes, but he managed to hold back the tears, but this look made him even more distressed.
His small hand held Murong Ling's big hand firmly: "Dad, I, we all know about your illness! I -"
His voice was choked, and the tears finally couldn't help but fall down. The hot tears fell right on the back of Murong Ling's hand.
His heart suddenly shook, and he looked at his son in disbelief: "You, you - you -"
Xiaoyi knew he was sick?
How is this possible?
He clearly informed Ayan to block all information. Except for his attending doctor, only Ayan knew about it.
Could it be that it was Ayan——?
Murong Yi cried and nodded: "Dad, don't blame Uncle Ayan, we forced him to tell us."
"It's really Ayan!" Murong Ling gritted his teeth angrily.
Unexpectedly, he was sick, and even Ayan stopped listening to him.
Murong Yi put his arms around his neck and kept holding on. He pretended to be strong, but now he could no longer hold on and started crying.
"Dad, do you really think you can hide it from us? Your face is getting worse and worse, and you go out secretly every week, leaving only Uncle Ayan to follow you.
I also have headaches all night long and can't sleep. You told us it's just a common neurological problem, but why is it not relieved after taking medicine?
We have discovered the problem a long time ago. So, we secretly took your medicine and asked people in the research institute to identify it. They told us that it was medicine to treat brain tumors and also had painkillers.
We didn't know until that time that you were so seriously ill, and we went to Uncle Ayan with the test results. He was forced to ask us and had no choice but to tell us the truth.
Wuwu——, Dad, we don’t want you to die, we want you to stay with us forever.”
By the end of the story, the little guy was crying so hard that he was out of breath.
He is only ten years old, but he has endured so much pain these days.
It was all his father's fault. He failed to keep the family and they lost their mother at such a young age.
Now, let them worry about him.
Murong Ling's heart ached like a knife, she stretched out her arms and hugged her son tightly, her voice choked with sobs: "Xiaoyi, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's dad who's sorry for you."
This is his retribution. He betrayed Momo and killed her. He deserves a certain end.
Murong Yi's emotions had been vented at this time and he gradually calmed down.
He let go of Murong Ling, picked up a tissue from the table nearby and wiped his tears.
Then, he wiped Murong Ling's face thoughtfully: "Dad, I'm fine. Don't get excited. The doctor said that your emotions shouldn't fluctuate too much."
His son was so sensible, which made Murong Ling feel even more guilty. He held his little hand and said, "Okay, Xiaoyi, daddy is fine."
After pausing for a few seconds, he continued: "Xiaoyi, tell dad now why you want to help the two sisters restore their memories?
And, where is your mother? Where is she?"
He was about to die and everything had to be arranged for these five children.
I originally thought that as long as Zi'er and Xiaomo didn't regain their memories and didn't think of him, they would live a happy life.
But I didn’t expect that my son would actually——
"My sister is a child of the Murong family, and they have the right to know their own life experience! I want my mother to remarry you, and our family will be reunited happily!"
Murong Yi raised his head, his voice was extremely firm, and his eyes were shining when he said these words.
"What? You're nonsense, Xiaoyi, you're too much nonsense. Where is your mother? Let your mother go quickly." Murong Ling looked shocked, stood up and stared at his son.
The children didn't know what happened five years ago, but he knew it clearly.
Momo did die in the car accident caused by his mother.
It was because of Fu Yuanxi's infatuation that her soul was reborn into Fang Zimo's body.
It was he who killed her.
He has no face to face her again in this life, he just hopes that she and Fu Yuanxi can be happy.
This is the last thing he can do for her.
Unexpectedly, my son——
Murong Yi, however, stiffened his neck, went directly to the desk, and took out the photos of his two sisters and his mother that he had secretly photographed.
"Dad, don't you want us to reunite as a family? Mom and sister, we are a family." He said it matter-of-factly and very firmly.