But Huo Tingxiao ultimately repressed his curiosity and turned to leave the hospital room.
Huo Qidong watched the old Mr. Huo with an indifferent expression, their father-son relationship having slowly eroded over years of estrangement.
The old man was well aware of his failing health, so this time, he felt many emotions stirring within him.
"Qidong, I know you still hate me."
"It's all in the past, you don't need to dwell on it.
After so many years, I've given up too."
The old man gazed at his once pride-and-joy eldest son, filled with regret.
If only he hadn't been so stubborn back then, their relationship wouldn't have soured to what it had become now.
He had wronged his eldest son, causing him to become what he was now, and even more so, he had wronged Huo Tingxiao...
"Qidong, about what happened back then, I wronged you. You can blame me, hate me, I accept it all."
Huo Qidong's face remained calm, but a storm raged within him.