Madam Pei screamed and slipped against the door, falling to the ground.

Pei Luying, barely clinging to her last shred of sanity, carefully picked up her lifeless son and dialed an ambulance with trembling hands.

Fortunately, he was saved from the brink of death.

After that, they prevented the boy from having any opportunity to approach sharp objects and removed any potentially dangerous items from the room.

When he failed to die, the boy went mad.

He went on hunger strikes, smashed glass to harm himself, and even bit his tongue.

Refuse any diagnosis and treatment.

The nannies went through one after another.

Regular counseling from a psychologist had no effect.

While the couple reduced their workload and traveled the world seeking medical treatment, the relatives and friends who helped take care of the boy were overwhelmed and became physically and mentally exhausted. Doctors and police came again and again.

This time, they were determined to go abroad.

They had no other choice but to ask Mr. Huo for help.

In the spacious and quiet study, the sound of soft sobbing could be heard.

After listening to the story, Old Master Huo, sitting in the armchair, remained expressionless on his calm face, his demeanor indifferent and aloof. At this moment, one could finally glimpse the similarities between him and Huo Qin and his son.

He looked at the haggard couple across from him.

When he was young, Mr. Huo joined the army, went to the battlefield and won military merits. Pei Luying was the only son of his comrade-in-arms with whom he had a good personal relationship.

My comrade was seriously injured and retired early. He died of illness a few years later.

Pei Luying is also very capable; both she and her husband are key researchers in national key projects.

The couple even brought their son to show him when he was born.

Now, more than ten years have passed.

Things have changed, but people are no longer the same.

For a moment, Old Master Huo was lost in memories of the past, his expression calm and solemn, and he remained silent.

The Pei couple waited anxiously for the old man's answer.

Just then, a knock on the door broke the oppressive silence in the study.

"Please come in."

"Master, the tea is here." Xiao Kui respectfully carried in the tray.

Grandpa Huo's stern expression almost crumbled the moment he saw the little tail behind Xiao Kui.

Xiao Kui carefully placed the cups and saucers one by one on the table, then smiled and said with a slight frown, "This century-old Pu'er tea was personally brewed for you and your guests by Miss Chaochao."

Chaochao nodded vigorously and ran to Grandpa Huo's chair: "Chaochao made it for Grandpa, and for Uncle and Aunt."

The old man instinctively wanted to pull the little dumpling into his arms and praise her, saying, "She's really Grandpa's good little darling."

However, considering that outsiders were present, Grandpa Huo tried his best to restrain his impulse and only patted the little dumpling's hand resting on the chair, saying, "Thank you, Chaochao."

The Pei couple sitting opposite also smiled and thanked them.

However, Madam Pei's smile appeared extremely forced.

After watching for a while, Chaochao suddenly let go of the old man's hand and ran to Madam Pei's side. She opened her little arms and gently hugged the woman who was forcing a smile, her childish voice soft: "Aunt Shu, everything will be alright."

Although she didn't know what had happened to her uncle and aunt, it must have been something that made them sad and heartbroken.

The three-year-old baby was warm and soft against my chest, and the sweet voice that comforted her was full of worry.

Madam Pei felt a lump in her throat, and tears welled up in her reddened eyes. She finally couldn't hold back and turned her head to wipe away the tears.

Since the incident, Ah Shen has not been close to anyone.

For many years, she never held a child again.

She's been so tired lately.

Madam Pei managed to hold back her tears, gently patting the little boy's back. She smiled and choked back tears, saying, "Thank you, Chaochao... Aunt Shu thanks you on behalf of your brother... really..."

Chaochao looked up and carefully wiped away Madam Pei's tears with her little hands: "Don't cry, don't cry..."

Old Master Huo took in all of this, a profound meaning flashing in his dark, hawk-like eyes.

Before Chaochao left the study with her sister Xiaokui, Madam Pei took a deep breath while holding the soft little dumpling, as if drawing strength to persevere. Finally, she watched the little dumpling leave with lingering affection.

Before closing the door, Chaochao thoughtfully reminded everyone, "Grandpa, Uncle, and Aunt, remember to drink the tea I made, it's super fragrant!"

As everyone watched, the door slowly closed.

An unsettling silence returned to the room.

After a long pause, Pei Luying said with a wry smile:

"Old Master Huo, we... we really have no other choice..."

Actually, they came to see Grandpa Huo because they wanted to give it a try.

If that doesn't work, they'll knock Ah Shen unconscious or give him a sedative, and they'll forcibly tie him to the plane as a last resort to render him unconscious.

He had already figured out what his wife was thinking when he saw the determination in her eyes.

They will continue their search for medical treatment for their son.

For the sake of a sliver of hope that would allow him to live.

It was also the reason he and his wife were able to live.

Pei Luying's smile turned pale. He shouldn't have bothered Old Master Huo any longer, or his father in heaven would surely give him a good scolding.

"Mr. Huo, you don't need to make things difficult for yourself..."

"Let him come," Old Master Huo, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said.

The couple, who had given up hope, froze, then burst into joy, their trembling voices filled with gratitude: "Grandpa, you are truly grateful to us..."

"You can go abroad without worry. I'll have someone keep an eye on him. And please give my regards to Thomas."

Pei Luying quickly replied, "We definitely will..."

"Let's have some tea."

Old Master Huo spoke in a calm voice, picked up his teacup, and was about to take a sip when he suddenly stopped.

The three people in the room simultaneously focused their gazes on the teacup in the old man's hand.

The blue-and-white porcelain tea lid with lotus scroll design was being slowly and strangely arched up.

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