Dai Yueheng: Father Wants to See You

Huo Yuhao's eyes flashed as he looked at Dai Yueheng's hesitant expression, and he already had a guess in his mind.

Who else could it be but that person who could have personally come to invite this proud eldest son of the White Tiger Duke Mansion, with such a complicated expression?

But he still asked, "Who are you?"

Dai Yueheng's throat bobbed, he hesitated for a moment, and finally said directly, "It's Father who wants to see you."

Huo Yuhao thought to himself, "Just as I thought."

His brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of coldness flashed across his handsome face.

After a moment of silence, he spoke, his voice as cold as the winter wind. "There's nothing to talk about between him and me."

Dai Yueheng didn't give up. He stepped forward, his voice tinged with urgency. "I know you're angry, but Father has been stationed on the frontier for many years, and it's understandable that he's neglected the family and you..."

Huo Yuhao raised his hand, decisively interrupting Dai Yueheng.

"I don't understand."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was firm. "Even if he fought for his country, he still went home sometimes."

"But even then, he still ignored us, mother and son."

"Can this be explained away with just a 'mistake'?"

Dai Yueheng was speechless upon hearing this.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that he couldn't find any words to refute it.

He truly couldn't explain this matter on behalf of his father.

In those years, my father didn't come home often, but he didn't come home at all.

But every time he returned, his gaze was only on his mother and younger brother, never once glancing at that secluded courtyard.

After a moment of silence, Dai Yueheng still forced himself to say, "No matter what, the bond of blood cannot be severed."

"Whatever your thoughts, I think it's best to see your father and discuss it face-to-face."

Huo Yuhao's gaze fell on Dai Yueheng's face, and he watched him quietly for a moment.

That face, which bore a resemblance to his own, was now filled with earnestness and sincerity.

It's unclear whether he was simply fulfilling the "task" assigned by Dai Hao, or if he genuinely wanted to help resolve the conflict between the two.

Huo Yuhao remained silent for a moment, his mind involuntarily searching for Dai Hao's image.

But even after thinking about it for a long time, the face remained blurry.

He had only caught a fleeting glimpse of it during his youth, from afar, across the crowd, and now he could hardly remember it.

He brought his mother, Huo Yun'er, to the Star Luo Empire this time to resolve all the matters concerning the White Tiger Duke Mansion in one go.

He would settle all those scores, all those grudges, all those hatreds, all the resentment and anger that had been hidden in his heart for so many years...

He naturally had his own plans, so he and Dai Hao would inevitably clash sooner or later.

However, Dai Yueheng today did indeed cause Huo Yuhao's thoughts to change somewhat.

He really wanted to see what Dai Hao had to say to him.

Huo Yuhao withdrew his gaze, his voice calm as still water. "Lead the way."

Huo Yuhao followed Dai Yueheng down from the top floor and arrived at a room on the right side of the lobby on the first floor.

Dai Yueheng pushed open the door, stepped aside, and gestured for him to come in.

The room was simply furnished; it didn't seem like it was for guests, but rather like a lounge for hotel staff.

There was only one person in the room at the moment. He looked to be around forty years old, tall and broad-shouldered, with a square face and distinct features. His brows exuded the majesty that only someone who had long held a high position could possess.

Although he was just sitting there casually, he exuded an imposing aura of authority.

Upon seeing this person, Huo Yuhao's gaze froze slightly.

The blurry figure deep in my memory gradually became clear at this moment, overlapping with the face before me.

This person was none other than Huo Yuhao's biological father, White Tiger Duke Dai Hao of the White Tiger Clan.

Huo Yuhao sized up Dai Hao, Dai Hao was also sizing up Huo Yuhao.

This son, whom he had almost forgotten, has now become a genius at the Shrek Academy and led his team into the finals of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Soul Fighting Tournament.

Dai Hao's gaze slowly swept across Huo Yuhao's face, and he saw a resemblance between the two in that handsome face.

This was the first time Dai Hao had officially met Huo Yuhao.

However, he saw no respect for his father on the other person's face.

There was no awkwardness, no tension, only a calm, a calmness that bordered on indifference.

Dai Hao frowned slightly, feeling somewhat displeased.

As the White Tiger Duke and the commander of the Western Army Group, he was already accustomed to the awe and obedience of others.

Even Dai Yueheng and Dai Huabin wouldn't dare to be so rude in front of him.

Dai Hao glanced at Dai Yueheng, his voice low and authoritative. "Get out!"

Upon hearing this, Dai Yueheng turned and left without saying another word.

The door closed gently behind him, separating the father and his two sons into two different worlds.

Dai Hao sat down, leaning his tall, slender body against the back of the chair, his gaze still fixed on Huo Yuhao.

He gestured to the chair beside him, his tone carrying an undeniable air of command, "Sit down."

Huo Yuhao made no move; he remained standing there, his gaze fixed on the man opposite him.

There was no emotional fluctuation on that young face.

"Just say what's on your mind."

His voice was as cold as the winter wind, devoid of any warmth.

Dai Hao, who was sitting in the chair, raised his head and looked at Huo Yuhao.

His resolute face was now filled with coldness.

"Is this how you talk to your father?"

In the army, he was the commander-in-chief, and his orders were strictly enforced; no one dared to disobey him.

At the White Tiger Duke Mansion, his word was law, and his decisions were absolute.

But at this moment, he saw no trace of awe in Huo Yuhao.

But thinking of his son's experiences in his youth, he suppressed his anger.

He was indeed not in the manor during those years, and he only recently learned about those events.

However, Huo Yuhao showed him no respect whatsoever, a hint of mockery flashing across his young face.

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a knife. "How dare you call yourself my father?"

Upon hearing this, Dai Hao abruptly stood up from his chair!

The chair slid backward a short distance, making a screeching sound.

He was more than half a head taller than Huo Yuhao, looking down at his son with burning anger in his eyes.

"You..."

A powerful aura erupted from him, the oppressive feeling that only those who have long held a high position possess, the killing intent honed in battle.

Huo Yuhao remained motionless, meeting the momentum head-on with Dai Hao's eyes, and retorted without showing any weakness.

"What do you mean, 'you'?"

"Don't tell me about guarding the country's borders and being unable to take care of your family."

"Tell me, during the time you were at home, did you ever even glance at my son and me?"

His voice grew louder and louder.

"You probably don't even know we left the White Tiger Duke Mansion!"

These words were like two slaps to Dai Hao's face.

His face was ashen, and his fists were clenched so tightly they cracked.

But he couldn't refute it.

Because that is indeed the case.

In those years, he never once looked at that secluded courtyard.

He had almost forgotten the existence of that frail woman and that thin child.

Huo Yuhao looked at him and sneered.

That smile was full of mockery.

What? Speechless now?