Capítulo 383: Xinya, Do You Resent Your Father?

Old Mr. Wen lied down on the hospital bed, appearing as pale as a sheet. He was put on the drip and there was a needle attached to his wrinkly hand. She could vaguely see the blood flowing through his veins.

It was as if he had aged ten years.

She had never seen her grandfather this haggard before, not even in her previous lifetime. It was as if all of his energy had been drained out of him, leaving behind nothing except a bag of skin and bones.

Wen Xinya teared up and sat beside him. She then held his hand gently and exclaimed, "Grandpa!"

Old Mr. Wen's palm was large and his fingers were wrinkly and dry like tree bark.

Old Mr. Wen moved his hand and gazed at Wen Xinya, who was looking at him with tears in her eyes. He was heartened to see that he still had a granddaughter to care for him, though his son was unfilial.

"I'm alright, don't worry," said Old Mr. Wen in a feeble voice. He then retracted his hand and patted hers.