I listened to my sister's words today.

Chapter 273 Mental Preparation

He deliberately straightened his coat, the color of which had become unrecognizable, and tried to hide the scars.

Although the movement is small, it pierces deep into the human soul like a needle tip.

Her frail body paused for a moment, pursed her lips, and finally raised her head with a forced smile, as if to tell someone, "It's okay, I'm fine."

The light from the screen made my eyes sore, and the phone in my hand seemed to be getting hotter and hotter.

The emotions churning in my chest could no longer be suppressed, as if a wild beast was roaring and tearing at the last bit of sanity.

Her eyes have always remained in my mind, showing tenacity in grievance and stubbornness in despair. Every frame of the picture is like a sharp blade, cutting into my heart.

A surge of anger shot up into his head, and he recalled the mysterious man's deep voice, the vague fragments of the "past life and present life" mentioned - it was as if every warning was filled with a cold chill: "Cherish it well."

These words lingered in my ears like a spell.

The image in my mind suddenly jumped to the scene of her covered in scars and the desperate struggle that may never stop.

The next second, anger surged through his body like a tide, and he slammed his fist down on the table! With a loud bang, pain shot through his fingertips, shaking his entire body slightly.

His fists were still clenched, veins bulging, and his teeth were clenched tightly.

Her eyes were fixed on the phone screen, and she wished she could appear in front of her right now and hold her in her arms.

Do your best to protect her, take her away from that cold, dirty place, and away from all those who hurt her.

However, he was powerless and could only watch the thin figure.

The clock in the room ticked, and every tick seemed to hasten the passage of time.

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At this moment, the old house of the Yun family in the capital was shrouded in a dull silence. Even the air seemed to be stagnant, and it seemed as if everyone was suffocating.

Outside the old house, the gray sky was covered with thick clouds, and not even a trace of moonlight could penetrate.

The house was filled with an atmosphere of oppression, as if time had stopped at the dark moment when the child was forcibly taken away, and everything around was deeply marked by despair.

When the old lady woke up halfway, there were still traces of her tears left by grief on the bed.

Her old, trembling hands tightly grasped the corner of the quilt, and she murmured to herself with a heartbroken sob: "Child... Poor child..."

The servants dared not breathe loudly, for fear of disturbing her fragile nerves.

But before she could fully wake up, the housekeeper carefully delivered the latest news about her granddaughter to her ears. Unexpectedly, this moment of clarity turned out to be another fatal blow.

The old lady's face turned pale in an instant, and before she could say anything, her eyes rolled back and she fainted again.

At this moment, her body was like a dead branch swaying in the wind, in danger, while the old man stayed by her bedside in the hospital all night without sleep, his eyes as gloomy as a black cloud that would collapse at any time.

In the living room of the old house, Luo's mother sat on the sofa, holding a children's photo album in her arms, her fingers unconsciously stroking the edges of the photos.

Every smiling face in the album seemed to be a knife, cutting her heart fiercely.

As I flipped through the pages again and again, tears streamed down my cheeks, blurring my vision. I didn't even realize when my throat had become hoarse from the inconsolable wails.

Her shoulders twitched and shrugged, like a wounded mother animal guarding an empty nest but unable to find her lost cubs.

The occasional low sobs were more like wails that shattered the silence, piercing the eardrums and hurting them.

Father Yun stood by the window, his hands clenched into fists behind his back, veins bulging on the back of his hands.

He tried hard to hold back the tears that were about to fall from his eyes, and there was a surge of anger in his chest, but he could only suppress all the sorrow deep in his heart.

He knew that everyone in the family needed to rely on him, but this man whose shoulders had supported the Yun family for many years now seemed to be in a trapped situation.

Taking a deep breath, he turned around, straightened his slightly messy collar, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.

He cannot fall, the Yun family cannot be in chaos, he must go to the company to stabilize the situation.

The future direction is the Yun family’s heavy burden, and it is also their only lifeline at the moment.

While he was holding on to his nerves, he carefully hid it from Shihan.

There was a tense atmosphere in the air, as if it would explode at the slightest touch.

Inside and outside the old house, this endless torment is eating away at everyone's heart.

Suddenly, a crisp beep rang from Yun's father's cell phone, sounding particularly harsh in the depressing silence.

He was startled, his gaze shifted from the dim sky outside the window, and he looked down at his phone screen.

It’s a message from Mr. Jiang.

He took a deep breath, clicked on the message, and quickly scanned the words on the screen.

After reading it, Father Yun raised his head and his eyes involuntarily turned towards the sofa.

On the sofa, Luo's mother was staring at the photo in a daze.

"what happened?"

Noticing her husband's gaze, Luo's mother stopped what she was doing, closed the photo album, and walked to his side.

"It's a message from President Jiang."

Father Yun's voice was low, but he couldn't hide his nervousness, as if he was suppressing some emotion.

When Luo's mother heard these words, she felt like she was struck by an electric current. Her originally tired expression was instantly ignited by some indescribable expectation.

She grabbed her husband's arm, her voice almost sharp: "What's wrong? What's wrong? Is the child feeling better now?"

Father Yun was silent for a moment, lowered his eyes, and shook his head slightly.

He sighed, his voice low and hoarse, "Boss Jiang didn't mention this matter. He just told us to be mentally prepared... In half an hour, a special plane will take us to see him."

Luo's mother was stunned. The light in her eyes was like a flame being extinguished in an instant. Her lips trembled as she tried to say something.

But she could only utter a weak voice: "Then...then can I see the child? Will...will it take a long time?

I...I'll go pack my luggage..." By the end, his words were almost incoherent, as if he was afraid that time would snatch away this only opportunity.

Luo's mother's steps suddenly became flustered, and she turned around and rushed towards the bedroom.

Father Yun looked at his wife's thin but anxious back, a trace of guilt appeared in his eyes, and his heart felt like it was being pressed by a huge rock.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

He thought again of the question that had been lingering in his mind countless times: Why? Why hadn't he discovered the child's abnormality earlier?

If he had acted sooner, if he had been more careful, would the outcome have been different? Over the years, he had blamed himself constantly, but time never turned back, leaving behind only endless regret.

He finally took a step forward and caught up with his wife. He gently held her trembling hands as she rummaged through the luggage and held her in his arms.

This woman who had been strong for most of her life was now as fragile as a leaf swaying in the wind.

Father Yun patted her on the back, his voice low and firm: “It’s okay… No one can predict what will happen in the future.

As long as there is still a chance, as long as I can still see my child, it is the best outcome."

As he spoke, there was a hint of determination in his tone, like a promise, but also like a warning to himself.

Luo's mother didn't say anything, but just grabbed his clothes tightly, and tears slid down silently, soaking his shoulders.

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