In the end, Jiang Huaijin never went upstairs to see Jiang Xun. Remembering how horribly he had treated him, he was overwhelmed with guilt and regret. How could he possibly face him?
Jiang Huaijin knew Jiang Xun must have suffered growing up in that environment, but he had never imagined his adoptive parents had abused him for years, even leaving him deaf in his left ear.
He had spent so many years hoping his birth parents would take him home, and at last, his wish had come true.
He had thought his suffering would finally end and he could live a happy life. But reality had dealt him one blow after another, until he was disappointed all over again.
Yet even then, when the accident happened, he had thrown himself forward without hesitation and shielded his older brother in his arms.
Just having his brother carry him on his back once had made him happy and content.
Jiang Huaijin's eyes were bloodshot as he raised a hand and wiped his face.
Jiang Xun had never told them any of this. If he hadn't accidentally left that diary behind earlier, they might never have known.
Jiang Huaijin sat in the car for a while, trying to calm down. Jiang Xun hadn't contacted him either, probably because he hadn't noticed his diary was missing yet.
He didn't take the initiative to return it. After lingering outside the apartment building a little longer, he drove away.
Meanwhile, Jiang Xun stood before the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, holding a red apple. He took a bite as he looked down at the car driving away below.
Jiang Huaijin had stayed downstairs for so long that he had most likely read the diary.
Jiang Xun sighed inwardly. The Jiang Family finally knew what