Seeing this, Ying Hao instructed the Hidden Guard who came back with him to leave first, and then he headed towards Bamboo Garden.
Upon arriving at Bamboo Garden, indeed, from afar, the fierce sounds of quarreling and the loud bang of something being knocked over made Ying Hao feel alarmed with intense worry.
Knowing that this was the height of the argument inside, Ying Hao dared not enter and instead waited under the bamboo grove.
It was truly a time of anguish he had never felt so keenly before. The wind outside was still cold, cutting his face, piercing his neck, making him stand there with fingers nearly frozen.
Yet, the roaring sounds from within still hadn’t ceased.
Until now, the sobbing of a woman came from inside: "Ah... Master!! Master..."
Standing there, Ying Hao’s expression changed dramatically upon hearing this, and he hurriedly stepped inside, nearly sprinting to reach the bedroom.
Sure enough, within the bedroom, which was already in chaos, the elderly man with white hair dressed in traditional Chinese clothing was slumped rigidly in his chair, and not far from him stood a man with reddened eyes and disheveled hair, looking entirely like a madman, trembling all over.
That was the appearance of emotions reaching a certain peak.
Ying Hao saw this and felt both concerned and anxious, "Why are you still standing here? Hurry up and take the Master to the hospital!"
Reminded by this, the servants who had rushed over upon hearing the commotion quickly lifted the old man from the chair and carried him downstairs.
The Ou Family’s elder was already eighty; how many more intense emotional outbursts could he withstand?
Bai Tingfang left last, nearly crying as she left.
Seeing this scene, Ying Hao suddenly felt a sting in his eyes, looked up at the sky that had somehow turned gray, and for a long, long time, only then did the bitterness slowly calm down.
"Third Young Master, you should go back and rest for a while; you’ve been through a lot today, and you must be tired."
He didn’t dare to bring up that matter, afraid that saying too much might intensify his emotions.
In fact, the current situation was indeed terrifying...
In the bedroom, now ransacked, only the lamp above remained, casting a ghastly pale light. Underneath it, the man stood, his facial features pale and terrifying, devoid of expression, as if his heart and blood had stopped, thinking of the woman forcibly severed from any relation to him, filled with nothing but hate.
So hollow, and so suffocating!
No one responded to him, only the sight of heavy feet like a soulless machine, step by step towards the door.
What did he do wrong?
For two whole days, there was no movement from Orchid Garden, where the man upstairs hadn’t come down for two days and nights, and he hadn’t even asked about his father staying in the hospital.
Seeing this, Bai Tingfang was deeply worried and wanted to go see, but Ying Hao stopped her: "Madam, don’t worry, he’ll be fine."
"It’s okay, I’ll keep an eye on him!"