At that moment, a steady pace of footsteps echoed across the brightly lit floor.
Luo Zifeng looked up to see Luo Changguo seated in a wheelchair, being pushed toward him by the butler.
Behind them, a group of black-clad bodyguards followed.
Luo Changguo's face was stern, his approach menacing.
Seeing him, pain surged in Luo Zifeng's heart.
Fury was even more predominant, a fury that wanted to destroy everything.
He met his father's gaze with a cold defiance.
It wasn't until that moment that he truly understood how cruel his father was.
Luo Changguo came before him, his eyes indifferently turning to the doctor on the ground.
"What's the result? Did the child survive, or not?"
The doctor replied cautiously, "... The child didn't make it."
"Bring the child out for me to see," Luo Changguo commanded emotionlessly, showing no reaction upon learning of the child's death.
The doctor hurried inside, quickly coming back holding an infant.
