Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

"I'm curious again."

He walked back and said, "You keep talking about me but never mention the murderer. Why is that?"

The old man's hands and face twitched, and his gaze, which was fixed on Wen Can, shifted reflexively for a moment, but he immediately forced it back.

"There's nothing more to say about your father."

"why?"

"Because the mistake has been made, he is the irreparable loss, and I have nothing to say about him."

"So to you, Wen Rong is just a carrier of the group and the entire Wen family. As long as his death does not affect the family and the group, you will not care. Now the reason you want to save him is just for the family and the company, is that what you mean?"

"…He is my son. No matter what, he is my son and your father!"

"In that case why don't you talk about him?"

"Because his mistake has been made! It's irreversible!"

"That's exactly what I want to ask. What mistake did he make? Why didn't you mention a word about it from beginning to end?"

"What do you want me to mention? What do you want me to mention that you and I both know? What's there to mention?"

"What is there to mention? When I was a kid, I did something wrong and signed the wrong contract, and you lectured me for a whole week. You showed me examples and asked me to state my mistakes so that I would never make the same mistake again. Why is it that with him, you don't need to mention it after the mistake has been made? Is it because you don't need to mention it, or are you afraid to mention it? Don't want to mention it? Are you afraid, cowardly, and terrified to face this mistake? Because you know that you are also responsible for this huge mistake! Once you face this matter, once you admit it, it means that you have also admitted your own incompetence, your own cowardice, and that you have made an irreparable mistake!"

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!!!"

"Can you make the judge shut up in court? Can you make the lawyer shut up?"

There was a loud bang - it was the sound made by Wen Can suddenly leaning over and pressing down on the bed board.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his dark pupils were shrunken like a mad beast. He stared at the trembling old man, as if he was staring at a bloody prey waiting to be bitten.

He stared at him intently and looked like he was going crazy, but the sound that came out of his lips was quiet and cold, as thin as an icy thread that wrapped around the listener's ears.

"You just have to shut my mom up."

Anyone who hears this voice will feel like they are in a cold hell: "Because my mother is dead, and only my mother is dead - the irreparable loss is not your beastly son, but the innocent Chi Wandao who died."

He took a deep breath without making a sound, tilted his head to stare at the trembling old face nearby, and looked at him as if he were looking at an ugly wooden sculpture: "I originally thought about asking you for help - can you imagine? When I first found out that my mother was most likely killed by my father, I was panicked and terrified as if the world was coming to an end. I wanted to come to you for help first. Now that I think about it, it's almost like complaining. I hope you can take action immediately and start investigating immediately. No matter what the result is, I think I can accept it. Even if I will hate it, be confused, and never let it go, it will only be directed at Wen Rong alone, and we, the grandparents and grandchildren, can always support each other - but you actually knew it earlier than me."

His voice was very light, and his tone was also light: "Not only did you know, you also took advantage of the few months when I was in the hospital to clean up all the tails for him - you know? It feels like the end of the world. I wanted to come to you for help, but turned around and found that you had already turned into a zombie."

Wen Can let out a few short laughs.

The old man closed his eyes, overwhelmed, but couldn't stop the tears from flowing from the corners of his eyes: "I'm sorry."

He spoke with difficulty: "A-Chan, it is Grandpa who is sorry for you!"

"How have you done anything wrong to me?" Wen Can stood up and spread his hands. "It's normal for you to protect your son, and it's also normal for me to avenge my mother. We should each rely on our own abilities from now on, right?"

"He is your father! He is also your father! He gave you life and loved you for twenty years..."

"It's Chi Wandao!!!" This furious roar interrupted Wen Shengtian again, "The person who gave me life and loved me sincerely for twenty years is Chi Wandao!"

The old man looked at him and shook his head, his eyes and expression full of sorrow: "You can't deny those twenty years just because of what you have done now..."

"You still haven't admitted that he's a murderer."

Wen Can took a half step forward and grabbed the collar of the old man's hospital gown. His bony hands were so strong that he almost lifted him off the bed. He stared at him dimly, "Grandpa, come on, tell me, Wen Rong is a murderer - you have to at least admit this before we can talk about other things, right? Otherwise, how can you make him pay the price and kowtow to my mother as you said?"

"..."

The old man held his hand, breathing rapidly, trying to stare into his eyes but couldn't help looking away to look at the light. His face was twitching up and down, but he seemed unable to utter a word no matter what.

"Haha."

Wen Can laughed out loud: “Hahahahahahaha…”

He loosened his collar and took two steps back, almost laughing to tears: "People like you are actually my grandfather, my father? Hahahaha..."

"Ah, Acan..." The old man's cloudy eyes were full of bloodshot, "I... this is already the fact, why do you have to..."

"Since it's already a fact, why don't you admit it? Don't you instinctively refuse to believe it and refuse to face this fact?" Wen Can stopped smiling and put on a cold and indifferent face without a pause. "Now I really need this - I want you to admit it in person - after this, I will consider carefully whatever you want to talk to me about. You know, I am the kind of person who keeps my word, and as you said, he has indeed been a good father and husband for twenty years."

He shrugged his shoulders with a nonchalant attitude, as if the him who was on the verge of losing control just now had never existed.

"..." Faced with his relaxed and casual attitude, the old man remained silent for a long time and seemed to be going through an extremely intense psychological struggle.

After a long while, he finally managed to squeeze out words from between his teeth: "He...he is indeed a murderer."

"Who is a murderer?"

"...Wen Rong, Wen Rong, my son Wen Rong... is a murderer!!!"

As he roared, the old man's tears also burst out, and he clenched his bony hands into fists and smashed them hard on the quilt.

"He's a murderer... It's my fault. I taught him to be like this. It's me, it's me..."

Under the lamplight, the old man buried his head and choked with sobs, and every word seemed to be soaked with heavy and turbid tears: "But I thought he would change, I thought he would get better - I waited for him to come to my senses, I waited all my life - when he was young, I waited for him to become strong and decisive, when he grew up, I waited for him to become smart and capable, after he got married, I expected him to at least have a harmonious family and live happily until the end of his life, but after that thing happened - I could only wait for him to understand fear, to get back on the right track and be a good person - I have been waiting for him to come to his senses all my life, I thought he would always come to his senses..."