"As for Moyan, he doesn’t need you as a father anymore. No, he never did. Since childhood, you never gave him genuine care and happiness. I just hope that when you meet Moyan’s mother in the afterlife, you can face her with a clear conscience,"
After saying this, the old master Jun lay down and closed his eyes to sleep.
Jun Qing was left standing alone, staring blankly.
Jun Yan pushed open the door to Jun Wuchen’s hospital room and saw Jun Wuchen, with one hand on the bedhead, struggling to move from the wheelchair to the bed.
Seeing this, Jun Yan hurried forward to help Jun Wuchen onto the bed.
Jun Wuchen settled back against the bedhead, looked at the weary-faced Jun Yan, and said, "You should go rest for a while."
Upon hearing Jun Wuchen’s words, Jun Yan’s guilt towards him grew stronger.
Jun Yan sat down on the chair by the bed, smiled awkwardly, and said "Let dad keep you company."
Jun Wuchen smiled weakly: "I’m fine; you and mom shouldn’t worry about me."
"Wuchen, dad knows, mom and I owe you so much." Jun Yan nervously rubbed his thighs, unsure of how to face his son.
The last thing Jun Wuchen had said, "The most unfortunate thing in Moyan’s life was to be born into the Jun Family and to have a blood relationship with you," pierced his heart.
He thought, if possible, not just Moyan, he certainly would not want to be born into the Jun Family either.
"You don’t need to say these things to me. Compared to most people, I am already very fortunate. At least I live comfortably, with everything provided for me, not having to run around for a living everyday or exhaust myself to earn a living while enduring the demands of bosses and colleagues. You’re right, aren’t you?" Jun Wuchen smiled as he spoke, but his smile was filled with bitterness.
If possible, he would prefer to struggle for a living like those people, rather than being like now, reliant on others even to get into bed.
"Wuchen, dad has a friend overseas who knows a very skilled doctor. I’ve spoken to him about your condition, and he is very willing to help you. How about we go abroad together after Wuyang’s funeral is over?"
"Forget it; I don’t want to go through all that trouble. Those medicines are really bitter, that equipment is really cold, and I really hate hospitals."
"Wuchen, your mother and I are sorry."
The reason why Jun Wuchen was born with a disability was actually the fault of him and his mother. If his mother had properly taken care of the pregnancy at home, if he had taken better care of Wuchen’s mother, he wouldn’t have ruined the child’s life.
Even after the child was born, they didn’t even have the time to take him to see a doctor.
They returned home once a year, and usually didn’t even make a phone call; sometimes he couldn’t even remember what the child looked like.
"There’s nothing to be sorry or not sorry about. Life isn’t too long nor too short. Everyone is living their life for the first time; nobody owes anything to anyone. Just being happy on your own is enough. If I became a reason for you to give up what you pursue, I think I wouldn’t feel good about it either."
"But you just said before that since we brought you into this world without asking for your permission, we should be responsible for you."
"I don’t know if others need it, but at least I don’t. Being alone is quite good."
Having said that, Jun Wuchen used his arms to support himself and lay down on the bed with difficulty.
"Go rest; everyone is tired." Jun Wuchen said, then closed his eyes. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel_fіre.net