Zhong Youcai had never expected his grandson to have such a side to him. It frightened even him.
Lying on the hospital bed, he could only watch Zhong Jiayou's departing back helplessly. It felt as though the tears in his eyes had run dry, leaving nothing more to shed.
How had the grandson he had once loved and cherished so dearly become like this?
In terms of affection and investment, he had cared even more than the boy's own father. Yet now, lying in this hospital bed, he was actually being
despised by him?
That was right. That look in Zhong Jiayou's eyes was contempt.
When Zhong Jiayou was little, Zhong Youcai had raised him himself, feeding him and cleaning up after him. Though he had always been a proud man concerned with appearances, he had willingly washed the boy's diapers and emptied his chamber pot.
Ignoring the neighbors' ridicule, he had doted on his grandson all the same.
Now, he did not even need Zhong Jiayou to take care of him. He merely wanted to talk a little longer, yet even that had become an extravagant wish?
This sudden change filled Zhong Youcai with endless desolation and loneliness.
So he really had become the useless burden they saw him as.
Sure enough, he was old.
As the figure in the ward left, the door shut tightly behind him.
Zhong Youcai was left alone in the hospital room, lying there.
"Ah..."
He let out a heavy sigh. Thinking carefully, his son had been so busy that he had not come to visit even once.
Who would have thought? He had raised a son to rely on in old age, yet now that he was old, he still could not count on him.
He had struggled his entire life for his