Silence and an awkward silence pervaded the relationship between the father and daughter. This was definitely the most complicated father-daughter relationship after the New Hope Era.
On one side is a vicious daughter who has distorted her outlook on life due to her father's neglect since childhood, and on the other side is a cruel father who saw that his daughter was a bastard and couldn't get her back, so he simply severed the relationship between father and daughter and had no contact with her for twenty years.
Oh, by the way, I have to add one more thing. After a shooting incident, this cruel father changed all his insurance beneficiaries to Tang Ji. By the way, he also left all the inheritance rights to Tang Ji.
I don't plan to leave it to my daughter.
By the way, Edward did feel sad for Wellington's choice for a while after the Apocalypse, but it was only for a while. From the bottom of his heart, he had accepted the fact that the woman was dead.
But now, the other party appears again, full of resentment.
"Stacey, you're alive, I'm very happy." Edward was still thinking about whether he should say he was happy or surprised, but his daughter had already started to make a fool of herself.
"Call me Wellington, thank you. It's been almost twenty years since I changed my name." Wellington, who had a short hair, interrupted Edward's narration: "I'm here on behalf of Mr. Gusvota this time. We
I hope you can remain neutral in the conflicts that may occur next, or simply be more neutral, Mr. Gusvota does not want any misunderstanding with that little law enforcer because of you."
"His name is Tangji. Damn it, I thought at least the end of the world could teach you what awe is!" Edward just said a few words to his daughter when he felt his blood pressure rise rapidly, as if everything was no different from thirty years ago.
Judging from the appearance, Stacey must have spent a long time in the hibernation chamber, otherwise she would not still look like she is in her early thirties.
"Awe of what? Awe that they have the courage to destroy the world? Let billions of people die? Haha." Wellington sat there, smiling at the corner of his mouth: "So I should be grateful, thank them for destroying the old world?
Thank them for allowing me to survive like a mouse underground until now?"
"I called you," Edward explained weakly.
"Thank you for thinking of my daughter seven days before the Apocalypse." Wellington's smile remained unchanged, still infuriating: "As reliable as ever, right, dad?"
When her father said it in her mouth, the sarcasm reached the extreme, and Edward couldn't bear it anymore: "You find someone to shoot me!"
"You have no evidence!" Wellington laughed: "Those are all your guesses. As long as you don't hear me admit it with your own ears, it will always be a hypothesis, isn't it?"
Edward felt that his reason was gradually being filled with anger. He admitted that he had indeed neglected his daughter for a while, but he never expected that the relationship between the two parties would eventually evolve to the point where it is now.
Thinking about what she had done over the years, Edward felt that his brain was in chaos, and his breathing began to become difficult. There was a buzzing in his ears. He stretched out a finger and pointed at the other person to say something, but his tongue could not move.
Can't straighten it.
"Okay, old guy, stop pretending like this, okay? You just played it once when you were forty years old!" Wellington was still sitting in the chair, and he didn't realize this until Edward suddenly fell to the ground.
For once the other person wasn't joking.
It was too late to say anything at this point. This was a shelter, not Edward's well-equipped apartment. Wellington had to run out and call someone if he wanted to call a doctor.
But the moment she stood up and opened the door, Wellington hesitated. She looked at Edward lying on the ground and a smile gradually appeared on her lips. She hated this man so much. They were like the two farthest corners of the world.
Every cell is the opposite.
On his deathbed, Edward saw the smile on Wellington's lips. At this moment, he was finally willing to call him Wellington, a bastard who had no blood relationship with him.
"Yes, I found a stupid boy to shoot you! It was me! It's all because you, bastard, wanted to leave everything to that little law enforcer! You have no right to do that!" Wellington finally admitted.
Regarding the crime she had committed, she suppressed her hysterical emotions and said with a trembling voice: "Then that's the share my mother left for me!"
"Don't say that name out of your mouth! You don't deserve it!" This was definitely not the last words Edward wanted to leave, so he forced his death to take a step back: "You should have taken care of her at home! You promised
It’s mine! But where have you been!”
Edward's words revealed the beginning of the mutual hatred between father and daughter. A seriously ill mother, a busy father in a high position, and a rebellious daughter eventually led to a tragedy.
Wellington's face was ferocious for a moment, and then he forced himself back to his previous mocking smile: "So what! She will die sooner or later! No one can save her! Either that night or another night, everything will be lost."
Does blaming it on me make you feel better?"
Seeing that Edward was showing signs of returning to his former self, Wellington simply refused to do anything else, straddling his father's chest and grabbing his throat with both hands: "You should have died a long time ago! Old bastard! Now everything about you has been blown to ashes.
What else can be left for him! Isn’t he your favorite? Isn’t he known as the strongest in the world? Let him save you!”
Edward's face was swollen red due to both psychological and physical effects, and his blood vessels were bulging. He stared into Wellington's eyes, trying to find a trace of regret, but there was nothing. He was completely consumed by hatred and jealousy.
Devoured
Of course, there may be anger, but Edward is angrier than Wellington. He wishes he could be like Tanguy and burn this "man" who doesn't know what words to use to describe him to death with the flames of hatred.
The next second, Edward suddenly felt a touch of icy coldness in his hand. Edward, who had many years of experience in shooting a pistol, immediately realized what was in his hand even when he was dying.
A pistol, a revolver, the surface has been brushed with metal, it feels a little rough, and it is heavy to hold. It is a prelude to a good gun, and it is a prelude to Tang Ji.
Snapped!
Edward hit Wellington hard on the forehead with the handle of his gun. Wellington, who was in pain, immediately lost most of his strength. No matter how many prosthetics he had implanted in order to become a man, ten years have passed, and now
There isn't much left to use.
"You asked me just now why he didn't come to save me?" Edward felt as if his body had completely recovered at this time. He got up from the ground, pointed the gun at Wellington and replied: "Now he is here."
Boom!
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