The middle-aged man froze, a long, narrow crack appearing in his refined facade.
The light turned green, and the cars backed up behind them kept honking.
It was like the turmoil in the middle-aged man's heart.
He had investigated this rumored illegitimate son. Some said he was lively; others said he was kind and sincere.
Only his birth mother called him a monster, even turning pale at the mention of him.
Suddenly, the boy's sparkling eyes met his.
Few people had ever truly seen Liang Chen's eyes clearly. They were not the dark brown of most people's eyes, but a light brown like colored glass.
Despite the smile on his face, he felt utterly distant.
The next second, the boy's clear voice rang out.
"Sir, you're not the person my mother sent to pick me up, are you?"
The middle-aged man turned around and started the car. By now, he had regained his composure, and his smile held a hint of smugness.
Monsters really do think differently from ordinary people, he thought.
Then the boy said something else.
"You're the culprit who set fire to the Psychiatric Hospital."
His tone was calm. It was not a question, but a statement.
The middle-aged man's hands trembled on the steering wheel. Through the rearview mirror, he could see only Liang Chen's profile.
The light from the streetlamps outside fell across his face, now hidden in darkness, now exposed to the light.
He would never be able to fathom how a monster thought.
The middle-aged man fell silent, fear gradually rising from the depths of his heart.
Once it took root, it spread like grass in the wind, endlessly.
He began to dread what would happen if the Liang Family truly fell under a monster's control.
After driving all night, the car finally