Old Master Black hadn’t said anything yet but let out a long sigh.
Then, he slowly began, "Jane, you’ve been married to Jas Black for so many years. Although I never asked, I suppose you must be quite puzzled about the matter of Jas Black’s biological father, aren’t you? When you married Jas Black, only the relatives and friends of the Black Family were present. You must have found that strange, right?"
Jane Sampson nodded but didn’t ask anything more, choosing instead to wait for Old Master Black to continue.
"The Crystal Elent Group wasn’t always called Crystal Elent, nor was it involved in the hotel industry. Crystal Elent once went bankrupt. Initially, the company made its fortune in construction, with your aunt and her husband helping out a lot. The Black Family also exerted considerable effort," Old Master Black said, gritting his teeth. "The boss of that company was Jas Black’s beastly biological father! If it weren’t for the Black Family back then, that good-for-nothing would still be a poor kid to this day!"
With the term "good-for-nothing," Old Master Black almost roared, his eyes reddening with anger.
"Grandfather, please calm down, don’t get so worked up," Jane Sampson, terrified, quickly poured Old Master Black a cup of water, "This matter upsets you so much; please don’t talk about it, I don’t want to hear anymore."
Old Master Black took half a cup of water before he managed to suppress the anger in his heart.
"It’s okay, I need to speak, whether sooner or later, it must be said," Old Master Black shook his head, "That scoundrel knelt and begged to marry our beloved daughter to him, claiming he would take care of her for a lifeti. Jas Black’s mother liked him and cried, begging to agree to their marriage. I couldn’t refuse her, but if I had known what the outco would be, even if I had to watch Jas Black’s mother cry to death, I would never have yielded."
Old Master Black regretted not having stood firm on his opinion, hating himself for compromising because of his daughter. That one compromise resulted in the ruin of his daughter’s entire life.
"Jas Black’s mother was injured giving birth to Jas Black. After that, her health was never very good; her life consisted of repeated hospital stays and dication. She didn’t have much energy to look after Jas Black, so he was essentially raised by the family’s nanny before I took him back to the Black Family ho. The nanny was uneducated and busy with various tasks every day, which is why Jas Black was more silent than other children from a young age."
Old Master Black felt sympathetic for his grandson during those days. Although stern in his youth, he adored his daughter and cherished the children of his grandson’s generation even more.
"While Jas Black’s mother was still alive, that scoundrel already had soone else. That woman even dared to bring a child barely younger than Jas Black to flaunt in front of Jas Black’s mother, boasting and showing off. Jas Black’s mother, already frail, was so agitated that she coughed up blood and was rushed to the hospital. That woman even had the audacity to cause a scene in the hospital. Jas Black’s mother was literally agitated to death there."
Every ti Old Master Black recalled his daughter’s despair and suffering before her death, he felt heartache and hatred.
"Before Jas Black’s mother passed away, she divorced that scoundrel. She asked to take Jas Black back to the Black Family ho so that he would never have anything to do with that scoundrel again and to completely sever ties with that household. A little over a month after Jas Black’s mother died, that scoundrel married that woman." Old Master Black sneered, "The old sir here felt troubled inside, so I made their entire family go bankrupt."
Yet Old Master Black’s single sentence could not fully express the heartache and hardship of those days.
The Black Family back then was not the Black Family of today. To thoroughly root out the family of Jas Black’s father, who had already established a foothold in the business world, they nearly used self-destructive tactics, harming themselves as much as they hard their enemy, willing to lose eight hundred of their own to kill a thousand enemies.
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