He could neither protect his beloved wife nor their eldest son. Unexpectedly, he could not even save Lin Zhi and Zhouzhou. Who else in this world could be more failed than him.

The housekeeper was frightened when he saw Yan Songyuan's pale face, and he was also afraid that Yan Songyuan would not be able to think clearly.

This is tantamount to a fatal blow to a father.

Moreover, Yan Songyuan's health itself is not very good.

"Chairman, please go and see the second young master. He is not awake yet... The doctor said that his condition is not very good and he is still in the intensive care unit."

The housekeeper swallowed the rest of his words, maybe this would be the last one.

He thought that Yan Songyuan also knew.

Finally, Yan Songyuan stood up staggeringly. He held on to the servant's hand and spent a lot of effort not to let himself fall. There were tears in his eyes and the corners of his eyes were covered with wrinkles.

The housekeeper couldn't bear it.

He has followed the chairman for so many years. From the time when the chairman was young to now, the high-spirited young man who guided the country has now become gray-haired.

The chairman is only in his sixties.

But over the years, the chairman has become physically and mentally exhausted, starting from the time when Young Master Yan Feng had a car accident.

In the first half of the year, Young Master Yan Feng passed away. The chairman did not get to see the eldest young master for the last time. Later, when he learned the news, he locked himself in the study without eating or drinking, and almost left with the eldest young master.

Things got better in the second half of the year. Unexpectedly, Lin Zhi, Zhouzhou, and the second young master were in trouble one after another. How could the chairman withstand such a blow?

The housekeeper supported him and followed him outside.

The weather in Lancheng today is not very good, it is gloomy and windy. Almost all the yellow leaves on the trees in the old house have been blown away by the wind and fell to the ground.

The late autumn breeze was cool, the pond was full of ripples, and the yellow dog in the old house lay motionless in its den.

The car is already ready.

Yan Songyuan's eyes were desolate, and his hair seemed to have a little more white hair. He held the servant's hand and stood in the wind for a long time. There was only infinite sadness in the sharp eyes before, and there was no trace of the glory before.

The housekeeper held his hand tightly and acted as a crutch for Yan Songyuan. Now Chairman Yan had no one to rely on except him, his follower who had been with him for many years.

The wind blew by, leaving only broken shadows on the ground.

Yan Songyuan was like a statue, standing motionless in the yard for a long time.

Until the butler reminded him in a low voice: "Chairman, it's too cold outside, please get in the car."

Only then did Yan Songyuan move, looking away from the distance, and the wrinkles on his forehead seemed to be a little deeper.

He wanted to move forward, but he seemed to have concerns and muttered: "Yang Jia probably doesn't want to see me. He has always hated me, ever since he was a child."

"Chairman, the second young master doesn't hate you. You go and see him... He has been in the intensive care unit for many days." The housekeeper held his hand, "Really, the second young master doesn't hate you. You are his

My father, blood and family ties...that can never be cut off."

Yan Songyuan hesitated and took back the steps he had taken several times.

The housekeeper held his cold hand tightly: "Chairman, go ahead, the second young master is waiting for you."

The car door opened, and Yan Songyuan let the butler support him, walked over step by step, got in the car, and sat down.

The housekeeper didn't dare to slack off at all and kept following closely.
Chapter completed!