"Uncle Zhao, you're not joking with me, are you?"
Yue Xiaofei struggled to get the words out.
"Xiaofei, do you think I'd joke with you about your father?" Zhao Mengsheng asked gravely.
"But... why?!"
Yue Xiaofei couldn't help pressing him. "If my dad is really that powerful, why was he locked up in prison?! Who could possibly keep him there?!"
"If he really is a National Authority Level powerhouse, why did he stand by and watch the Yue Family get trampled on and bullied like that?!"
"Why didn't he come out? Why?!"
Every question brimmed with hurt, confusion, and pain.
He had kept those questions buried for a long, long time.
Faced with Yue Xiaofei's questions, Zhao Mengsheng made no move to pull away. His eyes reddened.
"Xiaofei, I know you must be hurting right now. You think your dad was irresponsible."
"But believe me, the truth is a hundred times, a thousand times more complicated than anything you've seen or heard!"
Zhao Mengsheng's gaze grew distant, as though he had fallen into an old memory.
"What I'm about to say is only a theory. I don't have any proof. But after all these years, it's the only explanation that makes sense to me."
He paused, seeming to gather his thoughts, then spoke in a voice so low yet so clear that Yue Xiaofei heard every word.
"Back then, your father might not have been forced into prison at all. He may have gone in willingly!"
"What?!"
Yue Xiaofei was stunned.
Gone to prison willingly?
What kind of joke was that?
Who the hell would choose to stay in a place like that, let alone for so many years?
"Uncle Zhao, could you be mistaken? How is that possible..."
"Hear me out."
Zhao Mengsheng cut him off, his expression deadly