Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

The call was picked up almost immediately after it rang, as if the other party had been waiting for this call.

"Dad..." The voice coming from the phone had a barely perceptible tremor.

There are too many complex emotions hidden in this voice, including nervousness, uneasiness, and a hint of expectation that is hard to express in words.

Old Master Chi was sitting at the other end of the study. Although he couldn't see his son-in-law's expression, the sound of his voice alone was enough to make his heart tighten.

He nodded subconsciously, then realized that he was on the phone and the other party couldn't see him, so he quickly cleared his throat and responded in a voice that was as steady as possible but hard to hide the hoarseness: "Hmm..."

"Dad, is there anything... that you need me to do?"

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded more cautious, and every word seemed to be uttered after careful consideration.

Mr. Chi took a deep breath, as if trying to calm his inner turmoil.

He closed his eyes, and scenes from the past emerged in his mind. Those memories flashed by frame by frame like an old movie, and finally stopped on a young and innocent smiling face.

"Let me ask you," his voice was low and heavy, every word coming from the bottom of his heart, "after Ningning gave birth, was Xiao Yinyin... was she really gone?"

Saying this seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone. Only the faint breathing of each other could be heard, which seemed particularly clear in the quiet night.

Mr. Chi's heart sank little by little with the silence, as if he was being pressed down by an invisible boulder, almost suffocating him.

"Dad," Min Yuting's suppressed voice finally came from the other end of the phone, "You... after all these years, why are you bringing this up again?"

The words were not yet finished, but they were already filled with bitterness and helplessness, as if they were telling of an unhealable pain, a past that was buried deep in time but always lingered in the heart.

At this moment, the air in the study seemed to freeze. On both ends of the phone, two hearts crossed the barriers of time and space, jointly carrying the unspeakable heaviness and sadness.

Min Yuting, who was already extremely tense, now had a hoarse voice as if it had been worn away by wind and sand. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat with difficulty, carrying with it unspeakable pain and self-blame.

His back, which was originally as straight as a pine tree, seemed to be hit hard by an invisible hammer under the endless regret and pressure. It collapsed in an instant and lost its former perseverance and vitality.

He slumped quietly in the chair like a statue eroded by wind and frost, and the air around him seemed to be frozen by his despair.

"Why can't I mention it!" Grandpa Chi's voice, which had originally tried to maintain the calmness and gentleness that an elder should have, was now completely out of control like a volcanic eruption.

The flames of anger burned fiercely in his cloudy eyes. "If it weren't for you, how could you have arranged a few people around Ningning and let that tragedy happen? Do you know that she is our Chi family's only precious granddaughter?"

Min Yuting's eyes were empty and dim, as if all the light had been extinguished at this moment.

Isn't she his only precious daughter?

He murmured softly, each word weighing a thousand pounds: "I'm sorry, Dad, it's my fault. I didn't think it through, and I put Ningning in danger."

"Of course it's your fault!" Old Master Chi was so angry that his face turned ashen, his chest heaving violently, and his voice became intermittent due to anger and excitement: "You...how can you be worthy of Ningning and the trust our Chi family has placed in you!"

Butler Zhang, who was standing aside, had a look of worry and heartache in his eyes.

He quickly stepped forward and gently patted Mr. Chi's back with one hand, trying to help him relieve his panting caused by emotional excitement, while with the other hand he held the old man's arm firmly to prevent him from falling accidentally.

Butler Zhang's movements were gentle yet firm, but his expression revealed a hint of worry that was difficult to conceal.

This was not the first time such a dispute had occurred, and each time it was like a bomb dropped in their peaceful life, blowing people's hearts and minds apart.

The atmosphere was so tense that it was almost suffocating. The air was filled with a depressing and heavy atmosphere, as if even time had stopped at this moment.

Old Master Chi gently stroked his forehead, as if trying to draw a trace of clarity from those distant memories.

His eyes became unusually deep at this moment, as if he had crossed the barriers of time and space and returned to that heartbreaking night.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. There was a barely perceptible tremor in his voice. "Yu Ting, I want to ask you, at that time, under such chaotic circumstances, are you really sure that the person who died was our little Yinyin?"

When Min Yuting heard this, he was struck by lightning and jumped up from his chair, his eyes wide open and his face full of disbelief.

His voice trembled with excitement and despair: "Dad? What do you mean? Do you... do you know something?"

He held the phone tightly in his hand, veins bulging, and he wished he could crush the phone in his hand.

When Mr. Chi heard the chaos over there, he felt mixed emotions.

He shook his head helplessly. His old face was full of traces of time, and every wrinkle seemed to tell of the hardships of the past.

"What could I possibly know, Yu Ting? The hospital was in such a state after the fire. And didn't you bury Xiao Yinyin as quickly as possible?"

When he said this, a barely perceptible pain flashed in his eyes.

"Yes, Dad." Min Yuting's voice was low and heavy, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the bottom of his heart. "Xiao Yinyin... The hospital was too simple at that time. Only three babies were born in those few days. Yinyin was one of them, and all three babies..."

At that time, night was falling.

The moonlight gently covered the abandoned hospital like a veil. In the dead silence, only the occasional cold wind blew, as if telling an unknown secret.

Min Yuting shuttled through the ruins of the hospital left after it was engulfed by flames like a ghost. Every step he took was on broken bricks and tiles, making a dull sound, which formed a sharp contrast with the silence around him.

Finally, amidst the charred blackness and smoke, he found the baby.

Even now, that scene reappeared in his dreams from time to time, like a ghost in the middle of the night.

Each time it was like a sharp blade cutting into his heart, tormenting him deeply and making him toss and turn in bed for countless nights, unable to sleep.

Old Master Chi was sitting on a carved wooden chair in the study, and Min Yuting's suppressed and trembling voice came from the phone.

The heaviness and pain contained in that voice could not be concealed even through the distorted microphone.

A trace of barely perceptible sadness flashed across Mr. Chi's cloudy eyes. How could he not understand?

That sense of self-blame, that feeling of powerlessness...

He felt it more than anyone else.