Chapter 11

The He Family started reaching out to me in either the third or fourth year after I left.

At that time, my life had just gotten back on track.

I had some savings and no longer needed to run around for money.

Maybe they realized they could no longer use that to control me, or maybe, as He Wei said, it was just something they said in anger.

It doesn’t matter anymore.

Anyway, they started contacting me. They wanted to make amends.

But I blocked all their contact information. I never met with them, not even once.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Maybe because I had been staring at him for too long, He Wei seemed a bit uncomfortable.

I snapped out of it and asked him, “Was it fun lying to me?”

Mr. He looked radiant, not at all like a sick man.

Mr. He walked over, trying to pat my head, but I dodged, so his words got stuck in his throat: “Xiao Yu.”

I said flatly, “I’ve seen enough. I have things to do, so I’ll be leaving now.”

“Xiao Yu,” Mr. He called after me, his voice carrying a barely noticeable plea, “let’s have a meal together. We haven’t eaten together in a long time. Are you still mad at your father?”

I didn’t want to answer that question. Nor did I want to stay.

So I walked away quickly.

But then I heard the sound of someone collapsing to the ground behind me.

I heard them shouting, “Dad.”

I paused and turned around, just in time to see He Wei taking some medicine out of his pocket and feeding it to Mr. He.

He Wei said, “I wasn’t lying to you. Dad had a heart attack a couple of days ago and almost didn’t make it. Ever since he woke up, he’s been nagging about wanting to see you, afraid that if something happened to him, you’d still be angry at him.”

I lowered my eyes and said nothing.