Bab 1122: The Negotiation Breaks Down

When Wendell said "this is my son," Hao Ren and several of them had already made up a hundred and one speculations in their minds. Their imagination derived from their prolonged exposure to novels and serial dramas on TV. But they remained silent, hoping that the father could simply explain himself.

"Tell us, if you don't mind." Vivian sighed. "What the hell went on?"

Wendell was hesitant. But perhaps he had kept the thing to himself for too long and now needed to find someone to talk to, or maybe he had finally accomplished something in life, and now he had dropped his guard, after hesitating for a moment, he silently turned around and walked to the edge of the platform.

Hao Ren and Vivian followed.

"He's right," Wendell said in a whisper. "I abandoned my wife and son. Throughout the first half of my life, I have nothing to show to comfort the soul of my wife in heaven."