The boss has no descendants, but he encounters four smaller versions of himself

Bo Sitian first looked at the four little treasures and said, "You guys go out first."

Then he said to Bo Jingzhou: "Jingzhou, I have something to ask you."

Everyone frowned.

Bo Jingzhou realized that what his father was about to say was probably related to Mrs. Bo's death.

The four little ones were very sensible. Dabao said on behalf of his brothers, "Okay, then we'll go out first and come in after Grandpa finishes talking to Daddy."

After saying that, the four little guys ran out of the ward and closed the door considerately.

Only Bo Sitian, Bo Jingzhou and Su Yutang were left in the ward.

The air suddenly became heavy and sadness enveloped it again.

Bo Jingzhou stepped forward and said softly, "Dad, take good care of yourself. It's not too late to talk to you when you feel better."

Unexpectedly, Bo Sitian shook his head vigorously, as if he had something important to say. Although he couldn't get up, the pain in his eyes was clearly visible.

He struggled to open his mouth and said weakly, "I heard your grandfather say...your mother died after I fell into a coma...is that true?"

Bo Jingzhou was stunned for a moment, then nodded heavily: "Yes, yes."

Bo Sitian took a deep breath, as if he had exhausted all his strength: "Tell me...what happened."

Bo Jingzhou pursed his lips and recounted in detail what happened that day.

When he heard that it was Xiao Zhenting who took the person away, Bo Sitian clenched his fists tightly, veins bulged on the back of his hands, and his eyes were filled with sadness and heartache. It was a kind of unforgettable pain.

After a long moment, Bo Sitian closed his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks. "It's my fault... If I hadn't been so indecisive... I wouldn't have killed them both... If I could... I really wish I could die... so they could live."

Bo Jingzhou frowned and comforted: "Dad, it's all in the past, don't say it."

Bo Sitian turned his head, his eyes empty and hopeless. "It's hard to get over this... Jingzhou... Your father will never get over this... Lady Chu died because of me, and your mother was killed in revenge... They're both dead... I'm the only one alive... How can I possibly live well?"

His voice was weak, but every word was heartbreaking: "During this period of time, although I was in a coma... my consciousness was sometimes awake and sometimes asleep... Every time I woke up, I thought... If I had been more decisive... If I had made a choice earlier... Would this not be the outcome today..."

"Miss Chu is innocent, and so is your mother. She shouldn't have ended up like this..."

Su Yutang stood aside, listening to Bo Sitian's confession, feeling mixed emotions.

Some pains cannot be healed even if you spend the rest of your life.

Although Bo Sitian's awakening brings hope, he still has to face this scar, which may never heal in this lifetime.

When Mr. Bo and the four little treasures entered the ward again, Bo Sitian had already wiped away his tears and hid all his emotions as if nothing had happened.

Although the four little treasures tried their best, telling jokes, making faces, and even performing talents, he still refused to smile.

When he came out of the ward, Erbao sighed with frustration: "Oh, we talked till our mouths were dry, but Grandpa still refused to smile."

Sibao also pouted: "Yes, we have tried very hard."

Su Yutang touched their heads and said, "Give grandpa some time. He's not well yet. When he gets better, maybe he'll be happy."

The four little treasures nodded obediently, although they were still a little disappointed.

Su Yutang turned her head and found that Bo Jingzhou looked unhappy. She asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Bo Jingzhou shook his head and said nothing more.

In fact, he was worried that his father would be unable to get over it.

He took out his cell phone, sent a message, arranged more staff to guard the ward, and hired several professional nurses to take turns to watch over the patient 24 hours a day.

The main purpose is to prevent Bo Sitian from losing his mind and doing something extreme.

Su Yutang saw what he was thinking and held his hand. "Don't worry too much. Dad just woke up and needs time to adapt. Let the four little treasures spend more time with him these few days. He will slowly get over it."

Bo Jingzhou nodded, but the worry in his eyes did not disappear.

After leaving the hospital, Su Yutang suggested going to the cemetery, so they bought flowers and went to the cemetery to visit Mrs. Bo.

The three words "Gu Yulan" are engraved on the tombstone. She is smiling brightly in the photo, still looking like the noble lady she once was.

Bo Jingzhou placed the flowers in front of the tomb and stood by silently.

The four little treasures also came forward one by one to present flowers and whispered about their longing for grandma.

Sanbao was the most soft-hearted and sensitive baby, so he secretly wiped away his tears.

Su Yutang hugged Sanbao and said softly, "Let grandma rest in peace. In the next life, we will still be a family!"

Sanbao nodded with red eyes.

Mrs. Bo has a bright smile in the photo, which is probably the happiest time she has ever smiled.

It is said that this photo was taken when she learned that the four little treasures were her grandchildren. Unexpectedly, it became her final commemoration.

The unpredictable things in the world always make people sigh.

The once powerful and domineering Mrs. Bo finally rests here in this way. All the grievances and hatreds will turn into dust with the passing of her life.

Bo Jingzhou also had mixed feelings.

Although she has done many wrong things, she is his mother after all and the grandmother of four little treasures. The blood is thicker than water and the family relationship will not disappear because of mistakes.

After visiting Mrs. Bo, they came to Wen Xiaoman’s grave.

Although Su Yutang still had a glimmer of hope deep in her heart that Xiaoman might still be alive, she still wanted to come and pay her respects, just in case... what if the worst result was true?

Seeing Xiaoman’s photo on the tombstone, Su Yutang felt even more upset.

Because hope is one thing, but what if... Xiaoman is really gone?

She lost her life when she was so young. How lonely must she be down there alone?

Su Yutang gently placed the flowers in her hand in front of the grave, stroked the cold tombstone, and tears silently slid down her face.

"Xiao Man..." she said softly, "If you are still alive, please tell me so that I can find you. If...if you are down there, please tell me too. I miss you very much."

The four little treasures also stood quietly by, and Erbao whispered, "Auntie Xiaoman, we will miss you."

As we left the cemetery, the setting sun stretched everyone's figures very long.

The distance between life and death is so close, yet so far, which makes people feel the fragility and preciousness of life.

On the way back in the car, Su Yutang kept staring out the window in a daze.

Bo Jingzhou looked at her worriedly several times, and finally couldn't help asking, "What are you thinking about?"