"Father, please. I'm still young. Quirk is only four this year—he still needs an adult to care for him."
A young man suddenly knelt before an old man. At the same time, he grabbed the child beside him, barely a meter tall, and pushed him into the old man's arms.
"This is your grandson. Look how adorable he is. Please, sacrifice yourself for our family. Show your fatherly love one last time. I really have no other choice!"
The old man's legs trembled as he raised a shaking finger at his son. "I went through so much trouble raising you. I never even expected you to support me in my old age, but this is how you repay me?"
There were many people in this world who feared death. That was perfectly normal.
In fact, the older people became and the closer they came to death, the more they feared it. Some would inevitably begin believing in ghosts and gods, becoming even more absorbed in methods of prolonging their lives.
That was why the elderly believed in religion and fell victim to health supplement scams.
The old man stared at his son, his eyes filled with disappointment, yet also mixed with reluctance and affection.
Did he love his child? Clearly, he did.
But he was also afraid of dying, and his love had not reached the point where he was willing to give up his own life. People were different from one another.
"I don't want to die either!" Tears streamed down the old man's face as he closed his eyes, unwilling to look at his son any longer.
"Father, please."
His son kept kowtowing, weeping bitterly as well. "Even if you stay alive, how many more years can you live?"
"But your grandson is still young. He carries the