Chapter 338: Severing Ties (5)
Old Sir Yan suddenly stood up, then seemed unsteady, his whole body shaking violently!
"You... what did you say?"
"I think, calling you grandpa again might not be appropriate." Yan Sijue also stood up, slowly walking closer to him, his voice very soft, "Should I call you, father?"
The Old Man gasped violently, muttering, "This is impossible... this is impossible!"
"When you took me back to the Yan Family, you never did a DNA test for me because you were afraid, afraid that I’m not a descendant of the Yan Family." Yan Sijue smiled faintly, his tone still calm, "If the child my mother gave birth to was your son’s, you might grudgingly accept it, but if it were another man’s, you would go insane... That’s what you thought, isn’t it? That’s why you treated me this way, even wishing to put me to death. As the years passed, you knew the chances of her still being alive were minimal, so you no longer wanted to endure, and since my usefulness was almost exhausted, you planned to get rid of me."
Old Sir Yan’s entire body was trembling, he staggered and held onto the armrest of the sofa!
"Si Jue, you... no..." He seemed almost on the brink of collapse, "This is impossible!"
Yan Sijue laughed softly: "When I first knew this news, I was more shocked than you are now. So I found a way to get your hair, sent it for a DNA test, and the result was disappointing... I actually hoped I didn’t have the Yan surname."
The Old Man’s frail body seemed about to fall at any moment.
"That’s why I’m doing this, I hope you won’t regret it." Yan Sijue took one last look at him, then turned and left.
Old Sir Yan, however, slumped onto the sofa, having long lost the majesty derived from a lifetime of battles, leaving only weakness and remorse.
Now he truly looked like an ordinary old man in his seventies, about to become a withered tree.
Yan Sijue walked out.
Outside, the sun was bright, it was a most fine weather.
The words he had buried in his heart for many years had now been spoken, but instead of feeling relieved, he felt only desolation.
Not far away, Mu Yiliang was pacing anxiously, and seeing him come out, she smiled and ran towards him.
Yan Sijue embraced her tightly, all the negative emotions suddenly leaving him!
"You finally came out! Are you alright?"
"I’m alright." His voice was slightly hoarse, "There will be nothing to worry about anymore."
At this moment, Yan Feiqin walked over, his expression unfriendly, asking, "What did you say to the Old Sir?"
Yan Sijue’s gaze fell on him, calm but with hidden meaning.
This was the man who, to please the Old Sir, stole his brother’s woman and gave her to his own father.
Yan Feiqin didn’t know why, but being stared at made him feel cold inside, and he spoke harshly yet weakly, "Don’t think you’re so great! Without the Yan Family, you’re nothing!"
Yan Sijue smiled faintly, withdrew his gaze, and looked at the woman in his arms, "Let’s go back."
"Okay." Mu Yiliang nodded with a smile.
Yan Feiqin suddenly felt a panic in his heart, hurried inside, only to see the Old Sir weakly lying on the sofa, looking as if he had aged many years!
"Dad! What’s wrong with you? What did that kid do to you?" Yan Feiqin was shocked, "I’ll call a doctor right away!"
The Old Man shakily grasped his hand, gently shook his head, and tears of murky water flowed from his eyes.