Ye Hong grew up overnight.
She couldn't let her mother worry anymore.
However, her hatred for her father gradually grew.
If Dad hadn't stolen things and run away, Mom wouldn't be suffering so much.
"Could there be some misunderstanding? Your father was such a good person before, how could he just leave like that?"
Human nature is complex.
But your father stole things, and you enjoyed them too, so it's kind of retribution in a way.
Ye Hong's gaze was firm: "Besides his salary, he never brought a single penny home."
No wonder the young girl was so resentful. She never enjoyed anything, yet she had to bear the consequences. Anyone would find that hard to understand.
[They acted so well before, I never expected them to be this kind of person.]
But I always felt there might be something else going on; no one could pretend for so many years without being exposed.
Su Lenghe looked at him sympathetically: "Actually, he has his reasons for not coming back."
Ye Hong smiled bitterly; "What kind of hardship could there be that you haven't heard from anyone for years?"
"We don't even know if he's alive or dead now."
Su Lenghe sighed softly: "Actually, he's already dead."
Ye Hong's eyes widened, first in confusion, then in shock, and finally in disbelief.
What? My husband is dead?
Ye Hong was so excited that she didn't even know her mother had returned.
Ai Le snatched the phone away, her expression excited.
Say it again.
Su Lenghe repeated, "Your husband is dead."
Ai Le's eyes were red; "Where did he die?"
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