Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 322 - 212: Three Boys, Who Is the Demon? (Second Update)_2
He gave a light smile, averting his gaze. He also lifted his eyes to watch the crimson sunset outside the window.
To him, it wasn’t a burning flame, but rather congealed blood without warmth.
He nodded gently, "You’re right. I knew you would figure it out."
Although she had guessed the answer, Shi Nianxin didn’t feel relieved. Instead, her heart tightened.
"Sir, may I know what happened in the past?"
He nodded, his gaze turning cold and clear: "I’m an illegitimate child. My father and mother’s union was an accident."
His gaze drifted far away, through the window, reaching the silent sky: "At the time, my father already had a family. He went to China to attend a high-level forum for business leaders. During the forum, there was a translator arranged to accompany him, but due to family traditions, my father used many old European court expressions, which the translator found difficult to translate. In desperation, the forum invited the daughter of an old translator..."
"You must have guessed by now, my mother was the translator they temporarily found." He tilted his head towards her, "When my father learned my mother was pregnant, he promised to divorce. However, the marriages of Fude Group heads have always been family alliances, with mutual benefits. Rashly getting a divorce would’ve cost my father nearly half of his wealth, and could’ve led to a significant drop in the company’s stock price. Whether it was for family interests or to secure shareholder interests, my father’s request faced obstacles from all sides. The resistance was far greater than my father had anticipated, forcing him and his wife into prolonged negotiations."
As he recounted his story, his expression remained calm, but his eyes were filled with a deep sorrow.
His slender fingers tried to rest steadily on the armrest of the chair, but they subconsciously curled downward, gripping the edge of the armrest.
This was an [undeniable pain], which Shi Nian could perceive.
"So my father broke his promise. Even when my mother was about to give birth, he still hadn’t divorced successfully."
He paused here, the thin wing bones on either side of his throat protruding sharply.
"My grandfather, being an old translator, was traditional in his thoughts and actions. He couldn’t bear that his only daughter had an affair with a married man and had a child yet couldn’t marry... My grandfather, in a fit of anger, demanded my mother not to inform my father of the child’s birth."
"After the child was born, my grandfather moved my mother and the child away, sending them to a relative’s place in another city, severing all her ties with my father."
China is so vast that they only needed to hide the mother and child in an inconspicuous small town to easily evade detection for years. Even though the Fude Group had extensive influence, it was still far away in another country; and amidst his efforts to get a divorce, his father was already overwhelmed and couldn’t calmly sort through the myriad cities on the map of China, not to mention tracing all the extended relatives of Grandpa Huangfu’s family.
"From the time my mother knew she was pregnant to the birth of the child, those ten months were filled with gloom; later, misunderstood by my grandfather and sent away to another place, severing all ties with M Country... My mother suffered from severe postpartum depression."
Shi Nian was startled and couldn’t help but stretch out her hand, gently holding his hand resting on the armrest.
That hand, though always slender and pale, had always made Shi Nian think of power.
It was with this hand that he tightly gripped that cane, clutching the crystal skull in his palm; it was also this hand that maneuvered the lifeline of the Fude Group, calling the shots in the business world.
And it was this very hand that, in a critical moment, decisively took Mark down, saving her.
At this moment, this hand was cold and slightly trembling.
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He lowered his eyes to look over, surprise and comfort welling in his gaze.
"Nian, you know when a mother suffers from postpartum depression, the most harmed is the newly born child. The mother’s emotional turmoil and the family’s rejection place the child in an utter predicament. Even though there might be a nurse to bottle-feed, the child receives no emotional connection from family. The stomach might be full, but the emotional hunger remains unsatiable."
"Perhaps during the infancy, it’s still tolerable, given they’re too young. But as the child grows, the emotional hunger becomes increasingly severe." He gave a tragic smile, "Moreover, this child contracted polio at the age of three... You see, he truly is a child forsaken by heaven, wouldn’t you say so?"
