My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 999: Utterly Disgraced
Ye Lu’s eyes blurred instantly as tears welled up, her heart filled with extreme suppression and discomfort.
She wanted to go over and comfort him, but her feet were as if frozen, unable to move. Moreover, she didn’t dare to; she knew she was not qualified to comfort him.
Just thinking of that figure a moment ago, her heart ached unbearably, feeling utterly ashamed.
At this moment, a burst of headlights flared, and several cars sped to the scene, coming to a swift halt. A dozen or so people leaped out, each armed to the teeth, with Ling Xiu charging at the forefront.
As soon as he jumped out of the car, he shouted loudly.
"Where’s Grandpa? Where is he?"
His frantic, sweeping gaze soon caught sight of Ling Yan not far away and then... his eyes shifted and saw the body of Old Ling cradled in Ling Yan’s arms.
His voice halted abruptly, stuck in his throat.
His face drained of color, he stood there petrified, gazing fixatedly at the two, no longer moving.
Not until someone anxiously called out to him, "Second Young Master."
He finally came to his senses, his body went limp, and he stumbled over, his face pale as paper and marked by disbelief, muttering incessantly.
"How’s Grandpa, so much blood..."
Then his eyes suddenly bulged, and he let out an insane roar.
"Brother, what are you doing? Why aren’t you taking Grandpa to the hospital? Grandpa has lost a lot of blood, hurry up and take him. What are you bodyguards standing there for? Get Grandpa to the hospital... It’s no use, I need to call an ambulance, right, an ambulance..." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
He mumbled to himself, his trembling hands fumbling in his pocket.
After fumbling for a long time, he took out his phone but couldn’t hold it steady, and it fell to the ground.
Picking it up hurriedly, he dialed a number.
"Second Young Master, Old Ling has already died," spoke one of Old Ling’s subordinates, crying with grief.
With a bang, Ling Xiu punched the subordinate to the ground, his bloodshot eyes fixating on him as he roared furiously.
"Nonsense, if you dare talk nonsense again, I’ll kill you."
"Ling Xiu..." Ling Yan raised his head in sorrow, looking at the Ling Xiu, who could not accept the truth, feeling even more heartbroken, "Grandpa has passed away, don’t create a scene in front of him anymore."
Ling Xiu staggered as if struck by lightning, his body trembling, his lips utterly bloodless.
Though he could refuse to accept the words of others, he had to believe Ling Yan’s words, no matter how unwilling he was.
He staggered over and knelt beside Old Ling, his shaking hand reaching out to rest on Old Ling’s heart, his hand stained with the still-warm blood. Yet, the heart beneath his palm had long stopped beating.
"How could this be, Grandpa is truly dead, dead," Ling Xiu’s gaze was hollow, in his intense grief, he was like a fool, mumbling to himself, "How could this have happened, just before he left he was still angry with me, even slapped me."
In his panic, he clutched Old Ling’s hand, his gaze fixed on his deceased grandfather.
"I was wrong, I shouldn’t have angered you, I was unfilial, abandoning the family and grandpa, insisting on fleeing the country. Grandpa, please get up and hit me, I deserve it, continue to hit me, please..."
His mournful tears rolled down, and his wailing tore through the night sky.
He was a bastard, a scum, he angered Grandpa and mocked his parents’ death because of Grandpa. He cared too much about his pride, knowing he was wrong and had hurt Grandpa’s heart, he never apologized, always thinking there would be another chance.
But Grandpa was dead, and moreover, on the way to pay respects to his parents.
He had caused Grandpa’s death.
Ling Xiu’s heart cramped with pain, crying like a child.
Ye Lu didn’t know how she got back home. Standing in front of Third Young Master Jun’s villa, she finally snapped out of her daze,
That’s it for today. Everyone guessed that Old Ling wouldn’t die but... the story became tragic after all, the plot intensified.
