Seeing the man with a stern face not answering her, she raised her voice again, repeating, "Leng Yixiu, where’s my mom?" The man lifted his eyes, casting a complicated gaze at her, "She’s in the cremator." As soon as Leng Yixiu spoke, his neck suddenly tightened, his collar was ruthlessly grabbed by Lin Yixun. Lin Yixun’s eyes were red as she glared at him viciously, "Leng Yixiu, what gives you the right to do this?! What gives you the right!" Lin Yixun clutched his collar with one hand and shook him violently, while the man did not push her away, but gently persuaded, "Yixun, your mother is gone, let her rest in peace." "What do you mean gone? She was perfectly fine!" Lin Yixun pounded him with all her might, screaming hoarsely, "She’s not dead, why did you cremate her? She’s not dead, why did you throw her into the cremator, Leng Yixiu, you murderer! Murderer!" The man did not fight back, standing still, letting Lin Yixun hit and curse him. He knew that at this moment, Lin Yixun needed an outlet to vent her anguish. If hitting him could lessen her heartache and help her accept her mother’s death, then this pain was nothing for him. No one knew how long it took, but Lin Yixun finally exhausted her strength and stopped. She collapsed weakly on the ground, weeping sorrowfully. Actually, she knew deep down that her mother had already left her, but she just couldn’t bear to accept this fact. Everything was fine just the day before yesterday; why did everything change after just one sleep? What had she done in a past life to deserve this? Why, whenever happiness seemed within her grasp, did fate strike her a fatal blow and tear all her hopes apart? The man looked down at the helpless and aching Lin Yixun on the ground, feeling as though a sharp knife was carving away at his heart. He squatted down, reached out his arms, and pulled Lin Yixun tightly into his embrace, sadly realizing that at this moment, there was nothing he could do for her other than silently staying by her side and giving her a hug. Since Lin’s mother was cremated, Lin Yixun was deeply traumatized and had been running a high fever. Despite this, she took care of every detail of her mother’s funeral personally, firmly refusing to let Leng Yixiu handle any part of it. Lin Yixun had her reasons for doing so. When Lin’s mother was alive, she hated Leng Yixiu the most; it was Leng Yixiu who sent her only support in life to prison, and it was Leng Yixiu who caused her daughter to fall from grace. She didn’t want to see Leng Yixiu when she was alive, and after her death, she wouldn’t let her enemy arrange her funeral! Leng Yixiu naturally understood this, so even when he saw Lin Yixun, weak as she was, personally overseeing the grave selection and hiring a priest, he did not stop her. He thought that maybe this way, Lin Yixun would feel a bit better. However, seeing Lin Yixun’s thin figure shuttling back and forth, he couldn’t help but worry, fearing that she would collapse at any moment. What Leng Yixiu didn’t know was that something even more troublesome was waiting for him. In the middle of the night, Leng Yixiu received a call from Assistant Chen. A sudden change threw him into a panic, and lowering his voice, he asked, "What did you say? When did it happen?" "An hour ago, a sudden myocardial infarction. He must have been shocked by the news of Lin’s mother’s death. The prison sent him to the hospital for emergency treatment, but the situation doesn’t look good." The man’s brows furrowed tightly. Looking down at the already asleep Lin Yixun, his gaze fell on her swollen eyes, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He got out of bed, reached out to touch Lin Yixun’s forehead, still slightly warm but better than during the day, and some of his tension eased a little. Even so, he felt anything but relaxed. As he went downstairs, Leng Yixiu woke Sister Yi, giving her instructions before leaving, "I need to go out for a while. Please take care of Lin Yixun for me. If anything urgent happens, call me." With that, he quickly walked out of the villa. Fresh chapters posted on novｅlfire.net Old He’s car had been waiting at the entrance for a long time. After getting in the car, the man’s face remained very somber, his feelings increasingly complicated. Lin Yixun’s father, the man who had caused the death of his father and was his sworn enemy, was now fighting for his life in the hospital. Six years ago, that man had set a trap that led to Leng’s nearing collapse and caused his father to commit suicide in despair. To Leng Yixiu, he hated that man, even wishing for his miserable demise. But ironically, that man was Lin Yixun’s father, her only kin in this world, her only attachment. Her mother had just passed away a few days ago; if something happened to Lin’s father too, he feared Lin Yixun wouldn’t be able to handle the successive blows. The man leaned wearily against the leather seat, slowly closing his eyes, feeling utterly exhausted. How was he supposed to handle such a situation? At that moment, his phone suddenly rang. The man quickly opened his eyes and turned to the phone screen. It was a call from Assistant Chen. Without a second thought, he answered. "What’s the current situation?" There was a moment of hesitation on the other end before Assistant Chen’s reluctant voice came through, "He didn’t make it." Leng Yixiu’s fingers trembled slightly, almost dropping the phone. After a long pause, he regained his composure and said softly, "Okay, I understand." As he ended the call, Leng Yixiu felt his world crumbling bit by bit. He knew how much Lin Yixun valued her family. She would sacrifice everything, even her own happiness, for their sake, living like a walking corpse if needed. If her last remaining family member left her too, how could she bear such a blow and continue to hold on? He found himself desperately wishing it was all a hallucination. He even hoped that Lin’s father—the man who had caused his own father’s miserable death—was still alive. Compared to Lin Yixun’s wellbeing, all grudges seemed insignificant. He only wished for Lin’s father to be alive so Lin Yixun could have the strength to keep going. But now Lin’s father was dead, and Lin Yixun’s last bit of hope in this world had vanished. Leng Yixiu felt himself losing her bit by bit, and it devastated him to realize he was powerless to do anything. Fearing Lin Yixun couldn’t withstand the blow of losing both parents, Leng Yixiu decided to temporarily keep Lin’s father’s death a secret, hoping it might give her some time to recover. But in this world, there are no secrets that stay hidden forever.