Chapter 809 - My Days Are Numbered
Chapter 809: My Days Are Numbered
His shout was loud and resonant.
Mu Xichen halted with his back to Mu Che.
Mu Che was drained, both physically and mentally. His heart ached as he looked at his son’s indifferent attitude.
Walking out from behind the desk, Mu Che sighed deeply and said, “Xichen, don’t be angry with me. I’m old and can’t control you anymore. On the other hand, you’ve walked further and further away from me, in ways that I’ve not imagined.”
It was hard to tell if the man was praising or mocking his son.
Li Beinian turned around and saw Mu Che’s sorrowful face.
Mu Xichen, however, continued to stand with his back to the man, hence it was hard to tell his response to the man’s remark. He only said, “It’s all thanks to you.”
It was obvious he was not blaming the man, but still, it was enough to hurt a father’s heart.
Mu Che was stunned for a second. Then, he smiled bitterly. “You’ve grown up, Xichen.”
Li Beinian watched as Mu Che picked up a folder from his desk and walked towards Mu Xichen.
“Recently, I felt unwell, so I went to the hospital.” Mu Che held the document folder and walked to face Mu Xichen. “The results are not optimistic. I’m afraid I don’t have much time left.”
When Li Beinian heard this, she immediately thought of Mu Che in her past life.
Indeed, at the time she married into the Mu family, Mu Che’s was in ill health.
He was bedridden all year round and needed someone to aid him in every activity.
It wasn’t that he found it impossible to take care of himself, it was just that there wasn’t much vitality in him.
It was as if he was tired of living.
Half a year after she married Mu Donglin, Mu Che passed away.
Apparently, it was lung cancer.
By the time it was diagnosed, it was too late.
At this point, Mu Che’s eyes were bloodshot as he looked at Mu Xichen. Even his gold-rimmed glasses couldn’t hide it.
Finally, there was a hint of expression in Mu Xichen’s eyes. He turned to look at Mu Che and subconsciously glanced at the document in the man’s hand.
Without a word, Mu Xichen reached for the document folder. However, the documents contained within were not medical or test reports.
It was a will.
It was a will that Mu Che had personally written out. It clearly stated that he would give 30% of his assets, company, and shares to Mu Xichen.
Thirty percent!
When Li Beinian saw the number on it, she raised her eyebrows and looked at Mu Che curiously.
Mu Che seemed exhausted but he looked at Mu Xichen with anticipation.
Mu Xichen’s heart stirred lightly, as though it was the surface of a lake that had been disturbed by a passing wind.
It wasn’t that he had no reaction, nor was it that he was emotionless. It was just that he had perfected the art of hiding them away.
He was so good at it that Mu Che could not detect the slightest reaction in the young man. What little hope he held till now immediately disappeared, leaving behind the dull pain of heartbreak.
Mu Che’s eyes reddened further. He smiled and continued, “Back then, I had let your mother down. I guess it’s about time for me to join her. You know, I’ve had dreams of her recently.”
Mu Xichen looked up at him expressionlessly.
However, Mu Che couldn’t see that the young man’s grip had tightened over the will and his knuckles had turned pale.
“She blames me. She keeps saying that I mistreated her son. She says I’ve let her down and mistreated you, that I’ve been brainwashed by Meiya.”