Jiang Boya, upon hearing those words, imdiately thought of sothing. His expression grew more anxious and, without saying more to Jiang Feng, he hurriedly left the hospital room.
He drove directly to the address Kang Li had ntioned before. Along the way, even though he tried hard to control his emotions, he couldn’t help but slam his hand on the steering wheel several tis.
It was his forgetfulness about ti, the matters concerning Jiang Boxun had made him lose track of it. He forgot that Kang Li only had to be observed at the hospital for half a day. If he didn’t see her soon, the damned Jiang Boxun would wait for his wrath!
A dark glint passed through Jiang Boya’s eyes, his expression unusually cold.
More than two hours later,
"What exactly do you want to do? I’m already locked up here, what more could you possibly want?"
Not having found Kang Li and learning that she had already returned to her country, Jiang Boya drove to the detention center. Upon seeing Jiang Boxun, he started beating him without a word.
"What am I not satisfied with? If it weren’t for you wanting dead, would I have ended up here?"
Boya landed another heavy punch in Boxun’s abdon. Behind his glasses, his eyes emitted a fierce, cold gleam. Grabbing Boxun by the hair, he uttered each word distinctly, "If it were up to , you wouldn’t be here; you’d be lying six feet under!"
"You..."
Jiang Boxun’s face was bruised and swollen, and every part of his body hurt. Hearing Jiang Boya’s words, he shivered uncontrollably, but soon regained his composure, freed his hair, spat so blood on the ground, and said:
"Jiang Boya, I didn’t an to harm you, otherwise, do you think you and Jiang Feng would still be alive?"
"We managed to survive by sheer luck, saved in ti by kind-hearted people," Boya replied.
With that, Jiang Boya kicked Boxun hard, knocking him to the ground. His voice was detached: "Your uncles have already been driven out of the manor by . Their fate from now on depends on their own abilities. As for you... reflect well here!"
With those words, unwilling to spare Jiang Boxun another glance, Jiang Boya casually adjusted the cuff of his suit before decisively turning and walking away.
Behind him, Jiang Boxun shouted, "Jiang Boya, you’re ruthless!"
Upon hearing that, Jiang Boya let out a scoff. His eyes displayed sheer coldness.
He didn’t stop, nor look back. Imdiately upon leaving the detention center, he drove straight to the manor.
"No, I do not agree!"
Old Master Jiang sat behind his desk, his expression somber, promptly making his stance clear.
"Why?"
Gazing directly into Old Master Jiang’s eyes, Jiang Boya demanded a convincing answer.
"Are you sure you don’t know why?"
Old Master Jiang countered.
"So many years have passed..."
Before Jiang Boya could finish, Old Master Jiang interrupted him, "Stop saying so many years have passed. All I can tell you is that the timing is still not right."
Jiang Boya’s eyes reddened. "Dad, do you still rember my mother and my mom?" In Boya’s world, mother and mom were different people.
Of course, Old Master Jiang knew. He knew what Boya ant by "mother" and "mom" and how they were related to him.
"...Why suddenly bring up your mother?"
Old Master Jiang’s expression seed to beco gradually distant as his lips moved slightly.
"I miss my mother and my mom, I want to return to my mother’s side, to pay respects at my mom’s grave... and ii, I don’t know how she’s doing now. Back then... back then when you took away like that, did you think about ii who was about to give birth, did you consider, without by her side, whether your grandson would be born safely?"
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