Liu Haicheng still didn't know I was the one who had unplugged his son's ventilator.
His son was dead now. All his efforts, along with all his hopes, had come to nothing.
It wasn't that he didn't want to see me. He was simply dissatisfied with and disappointed in the world.
"At this point, I won't keep pretending."
I looked at him and said, "You wanted to use seven deaths for a life to let your son live a healthy life, but the person helping you never told you that seven deaths for a life would impose all the drawbacks of seven people's Fate Patterns on your son."
"Suppose you killed Zhang Rong. He's an orphan, destined to have no bond with his parents. So if your son successfully exchanged his fate, you, as his father, would die before long."
A flicker of shock crossed Liu Haicheng's face. Perhaps he couldn't understand how I knew what he was doing.
But then his eyes reddened, and he roared, "As long as my son can live a healthy life, get married and have children like a normal person, I could die tomorrow if he got out of bed today. I don't care!"
"But now he's dead! He can't come back to life! He was the son I raised for over twenty years, and he suddenly collapsed, suddenly died! He's left me forever!"
I nodded and said calmly, "I don't want to argue with you about whether what you did was right or wrong. An educated adult should know what he's doing."
"All I want to ask now is this: your son is dead, and you've caused some people's deaths too. Are you willing to spend the rest of your life doing good to atone?"
"Atone?" Liu Haicheng's face twisted. "I only hate