"What did you say? You unfilial wretch!" Jiang Honghu was furious at Jiang Nantian.
"I should've strangled you to death back then!"
Jiang Nantian sneered. "Didn't want to? More like you didn't dare, right?"
"You!"
Jiang Nantian looked at Jiang Honghu, his face filled with utter hatred.
What kind of father and son were they?
Calling them mortal enemies would not have been an exaggeration—enemies with a blood feud over the destruction of a family.
"You should be grateful. If you weren't my biological father, you'd have been dead long ago." There was not a trace of father-son affection in Jiang Nantian's eyes as he looked at Jiang Honghu.
Jiang Honghu's glare at Jiang Nantian seemed poisoned.
Jiang Nantian did not care in the slightest. He met Jiang Honghu's gaze head-on and accused him of his crimes.
"Jiang Honghu, did you think that just because you hid that woman away, I wouldn't be able to find her?"
Jiang Honghu's expression finally changed. He looked at Jiang Nantian nervously. "What did you say?"
"Heh. Did you think I couldn't find out just because you hid her in a mental hospital?" Jiang Nantian scoffed.
"What do you want?"
Seeing Jiang Honghu's nervousness only made Jiang Nantian hate him more.
Who would have thought that a man like Jiang Honghu could possess genuine feelings?
If power had been all Jiang Honghu cared about from beginning to end, perhaps Jiang Nantian would not have hated him quite so much.
But someone like Jiang Honghu had a heart after all. It was not that he could not love—he had simply given all his love to the woman named Yang Jiali.
Jiang Nantian only learned later that Yang Jiali had been the woman Jiang Honghu cared about from the very beginning.
Until the day she died,