"Is a simple 'I'm sorry' enough?"
Ye Yuan's naive voice suddenly became agitated, his stare bore into him with hostility, and though his dark, bright eyes glistened with moist tears, he questioned loudly.
"When my mommy was humiliated and driven out of the house, where were you? When my sister and I were laughed at in school for not having a father, where were you? Where were you during these seven years when mommy worked countless night shifts, enduring hardship to raise us? Throughout these years, my mommy has had a hard life, deceived by people, insulted, never having a single good day. Since I was very young, I often saw her secretly crying in the covers, so sad."
Third Young Master Jun's face turned ashen white, his heart in severe pain. He had always understood that these seven years had been tough for Ye Lu, but hearing it from this child's resentful voice still filled his heart with immense sorrow and hatred.
