Deep regret is revealed in the words of memories.

After hearing this, people couldn't bear to blame the dying old man who had done something wrong.

"No, old sir, he fainted." The nurse who had been taking care of Mr. Mayfair suddenly screamed.

Mo Fengya's eyes were startled, and he turned around to see his father talking, but he suddenly fainted there.

He was suddenly at a loss and wanted to help him, but his hands felt like they were filled with a thousand pounds of lead.[

"Why are you still in a daze? Hurry and carry him to the car."

Seeing that he was in a daze, Ye Chuqing anxiously took his hand, dragged him to Mr. Mayfair and asked him to pick him up.

This situation is a good opportunity to resolve the conflict between father and son.

No matter what wrong things this old gentleman did, whether he deserves forgiveness or not, if he dies, then all resentment should be blown away by the wind.

She hoped that Mo Fengya could let go and stop binding himself to pain.

Mo Fengya stretched out his hand tremblingly, and with great effort, he restrained the struggle in his heart, picked up Mayfair, and carried him into the car.

Doctors and nurses were accompanying him, and they immediately checked the old man and gave him medicine.

"Is there a resting place nearby? The old man's condition is unstable now and it's not easy for him to travel around." The doctor asked.

Mo Fengya looked dazed, and after a while he finally said: "There is an old manor two miles ahead. Send him there."

Ye Chuqing felt at ease. Mo Fengya didn't even allow his father to come to his mother's gravesite, and now he asked his father to rest in the place where he grew up.

Does it mean that he has begun to slowly let go?

When we went to the manor, no one lived there for a long time, but Mo Fengya often had people come to clean it.

So it is still very clean and beautiful inside, with complete furniture.

Mr. Mayfair woke up after a while, and insisted on walking about, despite the doctor's advice.

"There used to be a big mural here." Mr. Mayfair pointed to a wood carving in the living room.

Mo Fengya's eyes dimmed: "It was replaced a long time ago."

"Yes, I haven't been back for a long time, and things have changed a lot here." Mr. Mayfair said in a melancholy and nostalgic tone, talking about the past.

"I remember when you were a child, you loved to drag your saber and imitate the heroes in the murals, shouting that you wanted to go into battle and kill the enemy like Napoleon, and then jump on the wall cabinet to pose as a hero."
Chapter completed!