Free Web NovelChapter 932: Chapter 347: [Heartbroken Fairy Tale] Pain Lasts More Than a Hundred Days (Part 2)_3
She took contraceptive pills and felt uncomfortable. On top of that, she hadn’t slept all night, and the exhaustion showed clearly in her eyes.
The title of An City’s top beauty wasn’t given for nothing. Even in this state, every frame and every picture of her was extremely pleasing to the eye.
Lu Zhengmao was trembling with anger.
His only son fell for the woman who killed his biological mother, now terminally ill, and he was helpless.
Annoyed, he waved his hand, and the policemen who originally stood behind him received the signal and stepped forward, clearing their throats softly.
"Miss Lin, you are suspected of intentional harm, please come with us."
The word ’suspected’ was used rather delicately.
Lin Chu knew how severe Lu Huai’an’s injury was, so she didn’t expect peace.
A life for a life, harm leads to imprisonment.
These are all things that go without saying.
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When Lin Chu was taken to the detention center, Lu Huai’an was still in the operating room.
He regained consciousness in the evening, and the first thing he said was, "Where’s Lin Chu?"
Lu Zhengmao smashed the teacup onto the table, the sound of the cane hitting the floor was particularly piercing, and his stern face was filled with anger, "I see you’ve completely lost your mind, coming back from Ghost Gate and still thinking about that woman!"
He understood his son.
If he truly wanted revenge on someone, he would use the simplest means to give the other party the heaviest blow, leaving them no chance to recover.
But it wasn’t like how things were now.
Wearing a stern mask, yet indecisive.
Lu Huai’an wore a hospital gown, his brows carried a pale hue due to the injuries, as if whatever Lu Zhengmao said didn’t matter.
He indifferently said, "It’s getting late, you should go back and rest."
As he spoke, he had already pulled out the needle from the back of his hand and lifted the quilt to get out of bed.
Lu Zhengmao watched him coldly, his fist clenching tighter and tighter, veins bulging, showing how intense the anger in his heart had grown.
He threatened in a deep voice, "If you dare to walk out of this room, don’t blame me for being ruthless."
Lu Huai’an’s footsteps halted.
His stern and resolute features were taut, and the wound on his chest split due to his movement, with bright red blood seeping out, gradually staining the bandage.
He seemed to not feel any pain.
His entire being exuded a cold aura as if it could swallow those around him, and his hand gripping the doorknob showed his joints turning white.
After a long time, he spoke indifferently, "If she is unharmed, then we are still father and son."
No explanation was needed for what that meant.
Lu Zhengmao’s eyes reddened with anger, either for his son’s unfilial behavior or for his madness.
Raising his voice, he scolded, "Fine! Lu Huai’an, you’ve grown capable! Breaking away from your own father for a woman! Is this the result of all those years I’ve spent raising you?"
When his wife’s body was still warm, he could protect that woman, what’s there that he couldn’t do. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
Jing Yuan, it’s my fault for not properly raising this unfilial son.
Lu Huai’an, having lived up to now, only regretted once.
If he hadn’t left An City for three days five years ago, there wouldn’t be such an unbridgeable chasm now.
After a hundred years, he would go to apologize to his mother and sister; he would endure the hell she was meant to face.
But life doesn’t hold ’ifs’, from the beginning of being aware he understood life’s myriad facets, things that happened couldn’t be undone, no chance for a redo.
His pupils faintly carried chilling coldness, yet his voice was calm as a serene ancient pond, without any rise or fall, "So don’t touch her."
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The door was slammed shut by Lu Zhengmao, the tremendous sound stirring echoes in the hospital corridor.
Lu Huai’an’s wound opened, the massive loss of blood making him unconscious once more.
Doctors frantically administered treatment, making the room chaotic.
As Lu Zhengmao stepped out of the elevator, the person waiting downstairs hurried up, lowering their voice respectfully saying, "Chairman, not only Miss Lin lives in the Riverfront Apartment, there’s also a four-year-old boy."
After the old man’s death, the leading power of the Lu Family fell entirely to Lu Huai’an, as Lu Zhengmao was his biological father and had worked at the Lu Family for many years prior, the chairman position unsurprisingly fell to Lu Zhengmao.
"Four years old..." Lu Zhengmao’s dark eyes showed solemnity and caution, "Are you sure?"
The subordinate nodded, "Sure."
Four years old...
Lu Zhengmao knew about Lin Chu’s pregnancy five years ago; at that time, she voluntarily offered to abort the child in exchange.
After all, carrying the blood of the Lu Family, even though it was heart-wrenching, his reason was completely overwhelmed by the grief of losing his wife at that time, leaving no room.
