Ye Wenyao shouted angrily.
Her eyes were filled with undisguised hatred as she glared angrily at the old man.
Upon hearing this, the old man was overcome with grief.
His aged, wrinkled strength was tinged with pain and sorrow, and the throbbing in his heart became more pronounced, yet he seemed oblivious to it.
Looking at Ye Wenyao, who was filled with resentment towards him, the old man was extremely sad.
His youthful indifference caused Ye Wenyao considerable harm, something he had never imagined.
Even though he so resolutely drove Ye Wenyao out of the country six years ago, he had his own reasons for it.
However, it seems that his youngest son cannot understand.
The old man wanted to explain, but when he looked at Ye Wenyao's resolute face, he swallowed back the explanation he was about to utter.
Seeing Ye Wenyao's deep affection, the old man and Butler Jin both realized that this time it would probably not end well.
Thinking about the future situation, the old man felt even more pain in his heart.
But he remained standing firm, not wanting to use such a method to gain his son's forgiveness.
Moreover, it might even create a more difficult situation for both sides.
The old man looked at Ye Wenyao and said, "He is still your elder brother's son, and you are also my son, Ye Qingtian. I cannot change the fact that we are connected by blood."
If your mother knew this from beyond the grave, she would surely be heartbroken.
The old man knew exactly what he was saying, which further diminished Ye Wenyao's resentment towards him, and his wife probably held an important place in Ye Wenyao's heart.
So, the old man had no choice but to bring up his wife, who had died many years ago, hoping that Ye Wenyao would spare them from killing each other for her sake.
And what he said was true. If his wife were alive, she would never want her son and grandson to fight each other.
When Ye Wenyao heard the old man mention his mother, the image of her cold, lifeless portrait in his photograph came to mind, and a long-lost warmth returned to his otherwise icy heart.
The woman who risked her life to protect him left without even glancing at him.
This is a pain that will forever remain in his heart.
In the past, Ye Wenyao sometimes wondered if his mother, with her classical and gentle appearance, would have continued to live happily if he hadn't been there.
Was it because of me that my mother was unable to escape the attack of the evildoers?
All of this is now lost to history, and his mother will never answer a word to him again.
He used to envy Ye Yunhen immensely, for he still had the chance to be held and cared for by his mother.
But what about him?
Then, as if remembering something, she looked at the old man with displeasure and said, "Don't try to influence me with my mother. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have lost my mother at birth."
You are the last person who has the right to mention my mother to me. Get out of here, or don't blame me for calling people to kick you out. If word gets out, it won't look good for anyone."
Upon hearing this, the old man was heartbroken, and his weight gradually fell on the butler's shoulders.
Seeing this, Butler Jin tried his best to steady the old man and said with some concern, "Master."
Butler Jin knew very well that the master's health had never been very good, and it had only gradually improved recently thanks to the young mistress's care.
This shock will probably take a toll on my health when I get back.
Thinking about the reason for this, Butler Jin glared at Ye Wenyao and couldn't help but scold him.
"Second Young Master, the Master was much more heartbroken than you were when Madam passed away. Do you know how long it took the Master to recover from that despair?"
"It was only because Madam begged Master to take good care of you that Master survived. If it weren't for you and the eldest young master, Master would have followed Madam long ago! Don't you feel any remorse for how you treat Master now?"
Butler Jin disregarded the difference between master and servant; he genuinely felt sorry for Old Master Ye.
Since his wife passed away, he has lived alone all these years.
When his career was going well, many women offered him opportunities, but he didn't even glance at them, devoting himself entirely to his work.
Especially in the years immediately following the passing of his wife, the master was practically always working.
Although they didn't possess the extraordinary business acumen of the young master, they did ensure the Ye family's financial security and made them a wealthy family.
As a father, the old man did indeed fail in his duties.
She neglects her family due to work, and her two sons have been raised entirely by a nanny.
But why is the eldest son grateful and respectful to the master when both are cared for by the same nanny?
The second young master is indeed ungrateful, like a heartless ingrate.
Butler Jin truly didn't understand, nor did he want to investigate why, but in short, he couldn't stand the second young master's behavior.
Upon hearing this, Ye Wenyao coldly replied, "What does this have to do with me? He only has himself to blame."
If he can't take care of his own wife and children, it's because he's incompetent!
Whose fault is it!
The old man was no longer surprised by Ye Wenyao's words; he was now utterly despondent.
He had wanted to interrupt the butler when he was speaking, but he couldn't muster any strength and had lost control of his body.
Just as he recovered, he heard Ye Wenyao's words and knew that he could not stop this war of killing between sons and grandsons.
He may never have truly known his son.
Perhaps this is all his retribution.
The old man didn't say anything more to Ye Wenyao, but turned to Butler Jin and said, "Let's go back. It's all fate."
His words conveyed an indescribable sorrow and desolation.
Butler Jin was initially furious upon hearing Ye Wenyao's words and was about to continue arguing when he heard the old man's words.
Butler Jin turned to look at the old man, and seeing that the old man's lips were pale and his face was not good, he gave up on continuing the argument.
"Yes, sir, we'll leave now."
So, under Ye Wenyao's angry glare, Butler Jin helped the already trembling Old Master Ye out of the room.
Shortly after entering the elevator, as soon as the doors closed, the old man collapsed inside, unable to support himself. Butler Jin was unable to lift the limp old man.
The housekeeper was in a panic, and when the elevator reached the first floor, he hurriedly called for help.
With the help of others, the old man was helped out of the elevator and put into the ambulance.
Ye Song, standing outside the president's room, watched as Butler Kim helped the old man into the elevator, and hesitated whether to enter at that moment.
Just as he was considering, a phone call came in. Ye Song frowned, hung up the phone, and went into his room.
Seeing the mess in the room, Yosatsu wasn't surprised at all.
This has become almost the norm, which is why he hesitated after seeing the old man leave, wondering if coming in now would disturb Brother Wen's outburst of emotions.
Ye Song walked to the desk and looked at Ye Wenyao, who was standing with his hands resting on the desk and breathing heavily. He said, "The old man has fainted and has been sent to the hospital."
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