Extreme Love

Chapter 199: Giving Sympathy

After Lin Yi gave birth to Han Yan and left, among the many servants, Han Yan was only willing to be close to Han Jia, and later even affectionately called her "Mom".

So in the eyes of outsiders, Han Jia is Han Yan's biological mother.

Han Che thought of the agreement with Lin Yi, and in order to avoid causing her any trouble, he did not specifically clarify that Han Jia was not a mistress.

Three years passed in a flash, and Han Jia's greed continued to grow during this period, finally reaching an unprecedented level.

She added medicine to Han Che's stew, but by mistake, Han Che's driver drank it.

Han Che came downstairs after taking a shower and happened to witness the chaotic scene.

That night, Han Jia was completely expelled from the Han family with a large amount of severance pay.

Mrs. Cather raised her eyes slightly, and glanced at Han Yan with a hint of scrutiny: "Even I know that in the last few days before your father died, he repeatedly emphasized to you that you must not have any contact with her."

The pen in Han Yan's hand was clearly bent, and the originally straight pen shaft gradually lost its original shape under his control.

How funny.

He didn't die at the hands of the Han family, but he almost died at the hands of his adoptive mother.

At the beginning, as soon as he arrived in Australia, he tried his best to redeem Han Ning.

But when he took Han Ning back, his adoptive mother left quietly.

She only left a note saying that she didn't want to be a burden to them or drag them down.

With the rise of the Imperial Alliance, the adoptive mother he had been looking for for many years returned on her own.

If Han Ning had not become ill the moment she saw her adoptive mother, and had not insisted on taking her to a drug rehabilitation center despite her objections, and later directly sent her to a sanatorium.

He is probably still serving his adoptive mother, fulfilling his filial duties as the eldest son.

Mrs. Cather's face was filled with disdain. "I heard you're still trying to make things difficult for the Lu family, believing them to be the murderers of the Lin couple." She paused, then continued in a mocking tone, "If the Lu family were truly the murderers of the Lin couple, would your father have let them go? And why would he wait for you to take revenge? How foolish!"

Han Yan's eyes were dim and his lips were tightly closed.

He was indeed extremely wrong about this matter.

He had nothing to say.

"No one knows a son better than his father. Your father planned a lifelong path for you. It's a pity that you've disappointed him, and it's also very disappointing to me." Mrs. Cather's eyes darkened. "Back then, he even lowered his dignity and begged me to give you a chance in the future, and he made a fourteen-year agreement with me. But I'm telling you right now, I absolutely do not agree."

Han Yan raised his eyes: "Opportunity?"

"You'll understand later what opportunity you've lost. I don't want to say anything more to you now." Mrs. Cather raised her eyebrows slightly. "There are still two years until the agreed deadline. If it weren't for the son of an old friend asking me to help you, I could have watched the excitement for two more years."

This was Su Shibai's last wish, and she could only compromise.

This kid is good in every way, except for this stubbornness, whom I don't know where he learned it from.

It was probably him who taught Lu Tingxuan to do this, to guard outside the manor every day.

It softened her heart.

The door of the conference room opened, and Lin Ting followed Mrs. Cather out.

After taking only a few steps, Lin Ting couldn't help but look back.

In an instant, her eyes met Han Yan's without any preparation.

Han Yan's red eyes were quietly filled with a faint light as he looked at her blankly.

Like an evil ghost suffering in hell, looking up at the free and easy God who is high in heaven.

I worked hard to weave a huge net, but in the end the net was worthless and I was trapped in it.

There was no hope for redemption in his eyes, only endless bitterness and sorrow.

As the door of the conference room slowly closed, the light in his heart gradually dimmed.

The rain was pouring down and the sky was covered with dark clouds.

Han Yan's figure looked particularly thin in the wind and rain. He leaned weakly on his father's tombstone, his long eyelashes trembling slightly in the wind and rain, his eyes wandering and distracted, as if he was trapped in a nightmare from which he could not wake up.

After an unknown amount of time, an umbrella suddenly appeared above his head.