Chapter 812: Late Stage Lung Cancer
Mu Xichen’s voice was calm and unhurried, with a hint of a smile that was not visible.
His tone, heart-wrenchingly distant.
Li Beinian’s heart ached for him as she held his hand and comforted him silently.
Mu Che responded with a sad expression. “Xichen, I didn’t mean that…”
Mu Xichen looked at Mu Che and smiled. At the same time, he took Li Beinian’s hand and said to the man, “How should I need to repay you then, Mr. Mu?”
“Xichen!”
“I wouldn’t dream of taking a cent of this inheritance, it’s best you keep it for yourself. Speaking of which, I don’t have much to repay you for saving my life. I think you spent a lot of money on my illness back then.” Mu Xichen smiled. “I remember it cost a few thousand.”
The few thousand twenty years ago would have been more now.
Mu Che’s face turned black as charcoal. “Shut up! Do you know what you’re saying? I’m your father. Isn’t it only right that I give you spending money and an inheritance!”
“Coincidentally, I’ve just developed a new community zone. I can give you a villa, how about that?” Mu Xichen acted as if he hadn’t heard Mu Che’s angry hollering and continued, “It’s also a form of repayment for bringing me into this world.”
Mu Che’s face turned even darker when he heard these words. His body trembling, he looked even more desolate and aged now as he glared at the younger man.
“Keep the inheritance for yourself.” Mu Xichen sneered. “I don’t need it.”
Then, he turned around.
He took Li Beinian’s hand and led her away without looking back.
“You…” Mu Che’s voice trembled.
Li Beinian turned around and saw that the elderly man was shaking. Immediately, his face turned a deep red.
Mu Che’s eyes rolled backwards and then his legs gave way as he dropped onto the ground.
Li Beinian exclaimed, “Ah Chen!”
Mu Xichen, who was just reaching the doorway, suddenly halted when he heard the unmistakable sound of a body falling to the ground.
Shaking off Mu Xichen’s hand, Li Beinian sprinted towards Mu Che.
The man had fainted and his face was unusually flushed.
She reached out and touched his face. It was scorching!
Startled, she reached out to check his breath. It was exceptionally heavy and burning.
“He’s fainted, call the ambulance!”
Mu Xichen stood with his back facing them.
He looked straight ahead with a heavy expression and clenched his fists silently.
There were many guests at Mu Donglin’s wedding. They all knew that Mu Che was so ill that he had been sent to the hospital’s emergency room during his son’s wedding.
This sparked off much talk among the Mu Family members.
However, they couldn’t possibly ignore the hundreds of guests that had turned up.
Hence, Mu Donglin and Lin Kerou were still at the wedding venue.
Mu Xichen and Li Beinian, however, had followed behind and driven to the hospital.
Mu Xichen had not wanted to go initially, but Li Beinian persuaded him along and said seriously, “No matter what, he’s your father. If this outburst should cause his death, you’ll regret it.”
Yes, he’d regret it.
Mu Xichen fell silent as he trailed the ambulance.
No one knew this man better than Li Beinian, not even Gu Mingye.
Mu Xichen was not completely without feelings towards Mu Che.
Only, over the years, he had been nothing but disappointed time and again.
Mu Che was still unconscious by the time he came out of the emergency room.
The doctor adjusted his glasses as he said to Mu Xichen, “It’s late-stage lung cancer. Are you his son?”