One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire's Sweet Love

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

This Mu Sheng, standing right before him, was no longer the domineering head of their family but just a pitiful old man.

He was not so hard-hearted to make things difficult for him.

Hence, he said, "Grandpa, return to your ward for now. Shishi is in a bad mood; we'll talk later!"

"All right, all right! Ah Zhe… do keep her company!"

The old man moaned inwardly before reluctantly leaving with a nurse's help while looking back at her.

He broke down into tears as soon as he stepped out of the ward; tears of regret leaked out his eyes.

He slowly wiped them away with his withered hand.

"Grandmaster Mu, we'll return to the ward, okay?" The nurse at his side patiently coaxed him despite feeling sorry for him.

His body shook uncontrollably.

There was no way to redeem a love that had become a form of guilt; it was not entrusted upon and it was a burden—a road to ruin!

Even though it was unintentional, sometimes, not all mistakes could be forgiven!

Could this entanglement between three generations not come to an end in his lifetime?

Yes, it was his fault. He was willing to bear his mistakes, but he needed a chance to do so!

In the ward.

Yun Shishi clutched the blanket tightly in her hands. No matter how she restrained herself, it was apparent from her trembling fingertips that she could not calm herself down.

The sight of that old man pulled out her nightmare-like memories; scenes flashed vividly across her mind.

Every frame of the image was ever so shocking.

She hated how her memories were still so vivid even after more than a decade. Those horrifying images remained in the depths of her mind as if they had been deeply imprinted and were indelible.

That year, at the age of nine, she had tasted despair for the first time.

She could have had an ordinary life with a loving mother and a cute brother. She also thought that her days would probably pass in that peaceful manner.

She did not know which came first, though; was it tomorrow or the accident?

The accident happened before tomorrow could come.

Clearly, it should not have happened.

Would she be living in bliss now if not for that accident?

She knew that she should not go down a dead end on this question, but even after over a decade, she still did not have an answer to it.

Seated on the sickbed, Mu Yazhe's heart ached at the sight of his woman trembling in restlessness and fear. He took her in his arms.

She locked her arms around him, too.

She placed almost all of her dependence on him.

"It hurts…"

She let out a hoarse and choking moan.

The man's brows furrowed in anxiety. "Where does it hurt?"

He thought the wounds on her body were acting up again.

Not at all did he expect her to point at her heart. "Here…"

He was dumbstruck.

"I feel a little… suffocated…"

While her physical wounds from back then had healed over time, the memories had, time and again, stabbed her heart like thorns. Every breath hurt her.

There was no way she could forgive him.

It was not because she was hard-hearted, though.

She knew clearly that certain things might not be the consequences of his actions. Still, if not for his willful and merciless dictatorship, she would not have ended in such a sorry state.