He lured her deep into his trap, using both overt and covert methods to seduce her.

Upon hearing the old lady's words, Song Zhi was instantly stunned, her face filled with disbelief.

She never dreamed that her father would leave all his property to her without reservation.

Song Zhi's lips trembled slightly as she said, "Dad, how could you suddenly do this? This is so unfair to Jia Chen! Jia Chen is your son too!"

However, these words ignited the anger in Song Jinguo's heart like a fire. His face instantly turned extremely gloomy, as if a storm was about to break.

Song Jinguo's eyes widened in fury, veins bulging on his forehead. He let out a cold snort, his voice icy and resolute: "What kind of son is he? He's nothing but a bastard child born to that slut Zhao Man and some other man. He has absolutely nothing to do with me!"

Just then, a loud bang came from the door of the ward.

Song Zhi was startled and quickly turned around. She immediately saw Song Jiachen, who had already left, standing at the door of the ward with a face as pale as paper.

His body was stiff, and his eyes were fixed on the people in the room.

It was obvious that he had heard every single word of those offensive remarks.

Song Zhi's heart sank suddenly, and an ominous premonition surged into her mind.

She hurriedly stood up from the bedside, staggering towards Song Jiachen as she cautiously asked, "Jiachen, did you...did you hear everything?"

Song Jiachen's bloodshot eyes were red and seemed to be dripping with blood. His gaze was fixed on Song Jinguo, whose face was as pale as paper on the hospital bed. His lips trembled slightly as he asked, "Dad, were the things you just said true?"

When Song Jiachen said this, his voice carried an undisguised sense of fear and despair.

However, Song's father seemed to have all his strength drained away, turning his head away helplessly, not daring to look his son in the eye.

Seeing his father remain silent, Song Jiachen's unease grew stronger.

He suddenly roared at Song's father like a wild beast that had lost control: "Say something! Is this true or not?"

Seeing this, Song Zhi quickly stepped forward to stop him: "Jiachen, calm down."

Song Jiachen didn't speak, but stared intently at Song Jinguo, waiting for him to speak.

Song Jinguo slowly raised his head, looking coldly at his grown-up son, and said coldly, "If you want to know the truth, you can ask your good mother."

After saying that, she closed her eyes again and refused to look at Song Jiachen once more.

Song Jiachen felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his body involuntarily staggered backward a step.

He stared in disbelief at his father, who had once loved him dearly, now seemed so unfamiliar.

A moment later, as if he had made up his mind, he resolutely turned around and strode towards the door of the ward.

Seeing this, Song Zhi quickly chased after him, shouting at Song Jiachen's retreating figure, "Jiachen!"

Song Jiachen seemed not to hear, and walked straight into the elevator without stopping.

As the elevator doors were about to close, Song Zhi hurriedly tried to chase after them, but was stopped by Fu Lu, who was standing to the side.

Fu Lu reached out and gently placed his hand on Song Zhi's thin shoulder, comforting him, "Don't chase after him, let him have some peace and quiet."

Song Zhi stopped and turned her head to look at Fu Lu with a worried expression. Her eyes were red and tears were welling up in them. "Ninth Brother, I'm really worried about Jia Chen. I don't know if he can withstand this blow."

Fu Lu stared silently at the closed elevator doors for a long time before slowly saying, "He has grown up and is no longer a child. Ultimately, he has to face and bear these things on his own."

Hearing Fu Lu's words, Song Zhi lowered her head and murmured to herself, "Why did it turn out like this? I never thought... Jia Chen isn't my biological brother. No wonder Zhao Man's attitude towards me changed so much..."

Fu Lu gently reached out and softly ruffled Song Zhi's hair, comforting her in a low voice, "Okay, stop overthinking. Go see your father. He must be feeling really bad too."

Song Zhi raised her head, her large, watery eyes staring straight at Fu Lu, and asked softly, "Then, what about you?"

Fu Lu smiled slightly and replied, "I'll just wait here; I won't go in."

After all, this was Song Zhijia's private matter, and it was not appropriate for him to get involved.

Song Zhi nodded obediently.

Seeing this, Fu Lu reached out and gently pinched her cheek, saying affectionately, "Go inside quickly."

Song Zhi nodded again, then turned and walked back into the ward.

Upon entering the ward, Song Zhi saw her father lying quietly on the white hospital bed.

She slowly walked to the bedside, then bent down and asked in a low voice, "Dad, what exactly happened? And how did you know all this?"

Song's father stared blankly at the ceiling, and after a long while, he slowly opened his mouth.

It turns out that, despite being in a vegetative state for the past few years, his consciousness has actually been very clear, and he has been able to clearly perceive everything that is happening around him.

Zhao Man was unaware of this situation, so she often brought that man to the ward. Sometimes, even in front of Song's father, the two would embrace each other without restraint and do many disgusting and despicable things.

Song Zhi's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief, as if the whole world had turned upside down at that moment.

In the depths of her memory, Zhao Man had always been an elegant and noble woman. Song Jinguo's words undoubtedly shattered her preconceived notions of Zhao Man.

Such an absurd thing actually happened in my own home.

Mr. Song slowly raised his hand, his eyes filled with guilt and love. He looked at his daughter and said in a low and gentle voice, "Zhizhi, you have really suffered all these years."

Upon hearing her father's words, Song Zhi's eyes instantly blurred with tears.

She quickly reached out and tightly grasped Song Jinguo's large hands, choking back tears as she replied, "Dad..."

Song Jinguo took a deep breath and then comforted him, "Child, don't worry, from now on no one will ever let you suffer the slightest grievance."

Upon hearing her father's words, Song Zhi couldn't help but think of Song Jiachen.

Especially the expression on his face and the cold look in his eyes that I had never seen before when he turned to leave.

“But…” Song Zhi opened her mouth as if to say something, but swallowed the words back.

"Alright, Dad will handle this. You don't need to get involved."

Song Zhi didn't say anything, but just sat quietly by the bed to keep him company.