Chapter 1453 Death

"Then what?" Zhuo Jian was trembling with anger.

"The rest has nothing to do with me. I didn't even read the content of the letter." Zhuo Qin was straightforward. After speaking, she secretly glanced at her eldest brother Zhuo Yajun.

Zhuo Yajun also knelt down in front of the old man's bed, but refused to say a word.

"Okay, everyone else is going out. Boss, you stay, and Xiaole can stay too. Then tell Lin Mumu what you heard, and you will be able to explain to her." Mr. Zhuo waved his hand.

After a room full of people were kicked out of the ward again with inexplicable moods, only Zhuo Jiancheng, Zhuo Yajun and Zhuo Mingle were left in the room.

Only then did Zhuo Yajun speak: "Dad, Mom and I didn't hide it from you on purpose, and we didn't really want to kill my second sister. It was really an accident.

The second sister eloped with someone, and our Zhuo family had offended Liu Tong to death, so my mother asked me to tell Liu Tong the news. It was up to him whether he could rob her or not.

Who knew that kid Liu Tong was so stupid that he actually killed someone. After all, she is also the sister I watched grow up, and I am also sad.

But things are already like this. Mom told me not to tell you, and the letter was burned by her. "

"What's written in the letter?" Zhuo Jiancheng couldn't help but ask.

"Zhuo Ning is a filial child. She said she doesn't hate you, and she is about to be a mother. She will come back to see you when she settles down." Zhuo Yajun also sighed when he recalled the events of that year.

Zhuo Jiancheng stared at his son for a long time, then suddenly waved his hand like a deflated ball:

"You go out. The surgery is scheduled for tomorrow. I want to be alone today."

After Zhuo Yajun went out, Zhuo Mingle was left quietly accompanying the old man in the ward.

"Le'er, you are still young and don't understand. There is no right or wrong in some things. No matter the palm or the back of the hand, it is all flesh. Your uncle has done something wrong, but I can't blame him. Cough...cough." The old man said. Weak cough:

"My Ning'er, her life is miserable. After all, it's me, the father, who feels sorry for her."

Even Zhuo Mingle couldn't understand this time. In his young heart, right is right and wrong is wrong.

Now that the uncle has admitted that he was the one who killed Aunt Zhuo Ning, it was certainly the uncle who was at fault. Why is grandpa still protecting him so much?

He really couldn't understand the old man's thoughts.

"Shuying, have you come to see me? I'm sorry for Xiaotian, and I'm sorry for you." The old man had already started talking nonsense to the blank wall.

However, Zhuo's family still complied with the old man's wish and waited overnight before performing surgery on him the next morning.

Before the operation, Zhuo Mingle sent Lin Mumu a text message, hoping she could come and take a look.

Unfortunately, Lin Mumu still didn’t come.

Two days later, news of the death of the chairman of Tiancheng Group was overwhelming.

He just left like that?

At this time, Lin Mumu did not stay at home, but was in Yinzu's courtyard, looking at the flowers all over the yard in a daze.

She didn't know whether she was feeling sad for him or something else.

Hate? Death is like a lamp going out, there is nothing to hate.

It's just that Lin Mumu's emotions are more inclined to her mother Zhuo Ning and grandmother Yue Xiaotian. They both died too early and too tragically.

Fortunately, her father Ao Haijun was abroad during this period, and Lin Mumu didn't tell him about it.

On the day the old man died, Zhuo Mingle called Lin Mumu and played her a recording of his uncle Zhuo Yajun admitting his mistake in front of the old man's bed.