"Yang Lin, did you hear me clearly? Don't be so foolish as to raise your nephew. You can't raise an ingrate. You risked offending your own son to raise such an ingrate. Now that you're old, he won't even take you to the hospital. As his own son, I'm just repaying your blood relation. I've already called a car to take you to the hospital right away. Don't worry, you won't die unless you're poisoned." Lu Yunzhou's tone suddenly turned cold.
Yang Huaiyuan frowned.
“Lu Yunzhou, I know you’ve always complained that your second uncle treats me better than you, but because I’ve been fatherless since I was little, he’s taken care of me to some extent. Now that he’s almost dead, can’t you let him rest in peace?”
Lu Yunzhou's sharp gaze swept over him.
"Rest in peace? He's not even dead, what peace is there to give? Or do you think he's been poisoned and you're afraid to let me take him to the hospital?" Lu Yunzhou's voice was cold, and a chill ran down Yang Huaiyuan's spine.
Yang Huaiyuan said through gritted teeth, "If you want to send him to the hospital, then send him. I will go to the county and make Yang Lin divorce my mother. Since you acknowledge him as your father, then you should take good care of him in his old age."
Lu Yunzhou: "I'll take care of him in his old age? He didn't take care of me, so why should I take care of him in his old age? He supported you for more than ten years, and now that he's dying, you want to throw him out? Yang Huaiyuan, don't college students know how to be filial?"
Yang Huaiyuan froze.
Lu Yunqi scoffed lightly.
“Captain, find a few respected people in the village to go to the hospital with Yang Lin. Yang Huaiyuan should pay for the medical expenses. Yang Lin raised him like his own son. Now that he's dying, it's unreasonable to leave him at home to die.”
Yang Dongliang sighed, turned around and called someone away.
When Lu Yunzhou went in, Yang Lin was sobbing and couldn't speak clearly.
But his eyes were full of tears.
He saw Lu Yunzhou get even more agitated, pointing at Man Nai with his finger, making loud noises, his eyes filled with undisguised disgust.
"Let her out." Yang Lin finally managed to utter this sentence after a long pause.
Lu Yunzhou's eyes were indifferent. "Speak your mind. She can't possibly leave. If she tries to pin your death on us, we'll have nowhere to seek justice."
"Yunzhou...no..."
Lu Yunzhou said, "I advise you to save your energy and tell the police what happened to you. Otherwise, you'll die a wronged death. I've heard that people who commit suicide go to hell."
Yang Lin froze completely.
People tend to become superstitious as they get older.
He doesn't want to go to hell.
He didn't commit suicide; someone poisoned him!
"Yes..." The words were on the tip of his tongue when he coughed violently, coughing up a bunch of black blood that covered his body. Yang Lin stared blankly at the blood on his hands. He remembered a dog he had when he was a child that had accidentally eaten poison and died with black lips.
The Yang family had this poison, which Qiao Shanshan bought to poison rats half a year ago. He personally saw Qiao Shanshan put the poison in the kitchen cabinet. Qiao Shanshan didn't hate him that much.
It goes without saying who it is.
His heart sank little by little. Even if he had some doubts, he didn't want to doubt the child he had raised from childhood. When the truth came out, he realized how pathetic he was.
My own mother doesn't love me.
The child raised by his son hates him to the core.
My respected sister-in-law wanted nothing more than to strangle him.
His wife complained about him.
His own son treated him like a stranger.
His life was truly tragic.
Yang Lin gave up struggling. He stared blankly at the roof. "Yunzhou, do you hate me?"
Lu Yunzhou said, "I don't hate him. When I was a kid, I fought with Yang Huaiyuan. He deliberately threw dog poop on me, but you helped him hold me down and let him pee and throw dog poop on me. From that moment on, you stopped being my dad."
Yang Lin thought about it for a long time, but he never expected there to be such a thing.
He's really getting old; his memory isn't what it used to be.
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