114: 20 Years

20 Years

Huo Tian knew that she definitely had a biological father, but since this father had never appeared before, there was no need to delve deeper into it regardless of whether he was dead or separated from Ding Rong. This was because Huo Tian never had a plan to add a father character to her life in the future.1

However, Ding Chen frowned deeply and his expression became a little conflicted. His expression changed a few times before he finally asked hesitantly, "Sister, have you never forgotten that man? You still have feelings for him even now, right?"

Ding Rong dodged Ding Chen's questioning gaze and her gaze landed on a certain point in the air.

After a while, she nodded weakly and a bitter smile appeared on her face. "So what if I still remember him? I don't even know if he's alive or dead now. Ever since he left, I haven't heard from him again. I'm afraid that he's dead, but I'm also afraid that he's alive and has formed a new family with another woman."

As she spoke, Ding Rong's eyes welled up with tears. She quickly reached out to wipe away the tears at the corners of her eyes, then revealed a gentle smile.

"Tiantian, although you've never seen your biological father in all your life, he's not completely useless. At least the jade pendant he left behind solved our family's urgent needs. So, don't hate him, okay?"

Huo Tian held Ding Rong's hand, nodded, and said solemnly, "Don't worry, Mom. I won't hate Dad because Mom loves him. So for you, I'll try to love him too."

She tilted her head and revealed a thoughtful expression. "Although I've never seen Dad before, when looking at my own appearance and excluding the parts where I resemble Mom, I can imagine how handsome Dad is. I'm grateful to Dad for giving me the outstanding genes and also thankful for the jade pendant he left behind that allowed me to cut off my relationship with the Huo Family. If I find Dad one day, I think I'll give him a hug and then say thank you to him."

Ding Rong's eyes were filled with tears, but she smiled. Her hand was interlocked with Huo Tian's. "If your father knew that he had such an outstanding daughter, he would definitely be unable to control himself from boasting to others every day."

Ding Chen could not bear to see them holding hands and reminiscing about a man who had been absent for almost 20 years in their lives. He interrupted the melancholic atmosphere between the two of them unhappily.

"Alright, stop talking about that heartless man. I don't think there could be any difficulties that will make him abandon his wife and daughter for nearly 20 years. If he's dead, then it's fine. But if he's still alive and one day appears in front of us, I'll definitely give him a good punch!"

Ding Rong looked at Ding Chen's indignant expression and burst out laughing. She said sincerely, "Ding Chen, I don't want to deal you a blow, but to be honest, you're definitely not his match."

Ding Chen was so mad that he almost jumped up. "Sister, how could you defend that scumbag? Whose side are you on?"

With Ding Chen quibbling at the side, Ding Rong forgot about her sadness. The small ward was filled with a warm atmosphere.

At the same time, on the other side of the Earth, in a certain manor's greenhouse.

A man, who was resting on the recliner with his eyes closed, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked around. He realized that there was no second person in the greenhouse filled with various flowers. He instantly returned to reality from the dream.

The man pinched his forehead wearily and rang the bell on the table beside him.

Not long after, a middle-aged man who looked like a butler walked into the greenhouse. He half-knelt respectfully, helped the man put on his shoes, then pushed a wheelchair over from the corner.

The man waved his hand. "There's no need for the wheelchair. Bring me my walking stick. I'll walk a little."

The butler looked hesitant. "Master, the doctor said that we can't rush things. You have to go through rehabilitation gradually. You can't walk too much yet."

The man glanced at the butler indifferently. There was clearly nothing in his eyes, but it made the butler break out in a cold sweat. He did not dare to raise any more objections and hurriedly pushed the wheelchair away, then brought over a walking stick and handed it to the man.

Only then was the man satisfied. He supported himself on his walking stick and slowly took two steps. A thin layer of sweat quickly appeared on his forehead. He felt the pain coming from his leg, but joy welled up in his heart.

Although he was anxious to recover his mobility, the man knew his own body's situation well. He didn't walk for long and only walked to the greenhouse's door before getting the butler to push the wheelchair over. After sitting down in the wheelchair, the man took the handkerchief the butler handed over and gently wiped the sweat on his forehead.

He had been friends with the butler for tens of years, so he was willing to say a few heartfelt words to the butler. "I know you're worried that raising my exercise volume will put a burden on my body, but I really can't wait anymore. It's been almost 20 years, but I still haven't found my wife and child. If I continue to waste time, I'm afraid that I'll go crazy."

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