"I am very calm, never calmer than right now, if you don’t agree, it doesn’t matter, we can get divorced after two years of separation. I don’t mind, I’m just notifying you. About the children, they can follow me if they want, but of course, Xingxing will definitely be with me."
Actually, whether Bai Da agreed or not didn’t matter for the divorce; two years of separation were enough. She just wanted to confront Bai Da and lay it all out.
"Bai Da, you’ve been pretending all along, aren’t you tired?"
Pretending to be honest, pretending to be devoted, isn’t it exhausting?
"I won’t agree, and neither will the children. Only together as a family are we complete."
Bai Da, agitated, tried to sit up, only to fall back, his face blanching.
Nan Xi, watching anxiously, covered her mouth and wept, calling out nonstop.
"Dad, you’re bleeding, what do we do, what do we do?"
Bai Yu looked at Ye Xiu with a cold gaze before going to fetch a nurse.
The nurse, arriving, glared at Bai Da with irritation.
"What’s the matter with you, really? We told you, you can’t move, can’t move, and yet you never listen, luckily the transfusion is done today."
When removing the needle, the nurse pulled forcefully and blood gushed out immediately.
Bai Da quickly pressed down on the wound, looking at Ye Xiu anxiously, hoping to see a trace of compassion in her face.
After all, his back hurt, his feet hurt, everything hurt, he’d never been in a more pitiful and painful situation than this.
"Xiuxiu, I don’t care how others misunderstand me, but you can’t misunderstand me. Without you, I don’t know what the meaning of living is anymore, please, give me a chance to explain, okay?"
Bai Da looked at Ye Xiu pleadingly, his demeanor so abject as if he had sunken into the dust.
Ye Xiu simply glanced at Bai Da indifferently, already unable to bear it.
How could he have the audacity to feel wronged after doing something as unfathomable as exchanging the children and using hypnosis?
Then you shouldn’t live," you don’t deserve to live.
Bai Yu clenched his fists tightly, anger reddening his eyes, and he couldn’t hold back his accusation.
"Mom, how can you be so selfish? You talk of divorce as if it’s nothing, saying you don’t need Dad as if it’s easy. Have you thought about how we feel?
You’ve always been away, with early departures and late returns, earning money for us, while you spend all your time at school. Even when you come back, have you ever brought home money?"
The coldness in Bai Yu’s eyes carried a deep sarcasm, words he’d held onto for a long time.
"We needed a mother to wash and cook for us, someone to apply medicine when we were hurt, but you were never there. Your heart was only with your school, your students.
If you say it was to make money, then where is this money? Apart from a bit for food, it doesn’t seem you’ve ever brought any home. You’re just doing it for yourself."
The three siblings, whenever they were at school, people would say their mother didn’t want them.
He could bear it, but Bai Ye would get into arguments, and Xixi would cry.
During those times, he felt resentful; why was his mother so selfish?
Now she actually wants a divorce, just because of Bai Zhi, pushing them into becoming children with no mother, a target for ridicule, looking at them with colored lenses.
Maybe people would even pity them. How could he endure such a scenario coming to pass?