C15 Sins Are Heavy

"What a sin!"

Suddenly, a hoarse voice came from outside.

Before Hsu Mochen could react, a fist was thrown at him.

Hsu Mochen shook his head and looked up with his red eyes. He saw the chairman of Xia's Group, Xia Qingning's father, Xia Wenxu.

"Director Xia, you..." Qin Yu, who was standing beside Xia Wenxu, was about to step forward when he was stopped by Hsu Mochen.

He rubbed his eyes and propped up his weak body. He stood up from the bed and raised his head to look at his father-in-law in front of him.

It had been three years since they last met, but when they met, Xia Wenxu's hair had already turned white. He looked much older than before.

"It must be because of my sins that I gave birth to such an unfilial daughter!" Xia Wenxu clenched his fists, and his hoarse throat choked with sobs. He looked back at the badly mutilated woman on the operating table, and tears slowly flowed out of his eyes, which were full of fine lines. "It has been three years since we last met, but now we are separated by life and death!"

The words' separation of life and death 'were as sharp as blades. The knife stabbed into Hsu Mochen's heart.

An unbearable pain rose in his heart.

Xia Wenxu felt his legs go soft. His hands trembled as he supported himself on the operating table. He looked at the woman on the bed without moving his eyes. His tears could not help falling onto the blood dress. "Three years ago," he said. You disregarded the opposition between your mother and me and cut off your relationship with me. You insisted on marrying this man, but now... "What did you get?"

Xia Wenxu became excited. After he finished speaking with a sob, he pointed at Hsu Mochen beside him.

"Xia Qingning, let me ask you. What did you get today?"

His choked voice roared in the empty emergency room, mixed with Xia Wenxu's tears. It looked very sad.

His eyes stared straight at the woman lying on the bed. She was incomplete and her appearance was no longer clear. The hatred in his heart continued to spread endlessly.

Three years ago, when Xia Qingning insisted on her love after she was pregnant and wanted to marry Hsu Mochen, Xia family was against it.

Of course, they knew that the Xia family held a high position and could give Xia Qingning the best life.

But at that time, other than the old master of the Hsu family wanting to marry his granddaughter-in-law, Hsu Mochen was very unhappy.

Of course, he felt sorry for his daughter, but no matter how much the Xia family's parents opposed it, he could not suppress Xia Qingning's deep love for Hsu Mochen.

With this, they heartlessly cut off all ties with Xia Qingning, and for three whole years, they no longer had any contact with their only daughter.

However, Xia Wenxu did not expect that after they separated three years ago, he would actually see her corpse now.

"For three years, you abandoned everything, loved your parents, cared about your friends, and married a man who did not want to marry you at all. You insisted on your so-called love, but in the end, what did you get?"

Xia Wenxu was so excited that he even trembled when he spoke. He raised his hand and punched his aching chest. He looked at the corpse on the operating table, and tears kept flowing down his face.

"Since you were young, your mother and I have spent all our efforts to raise you. We are afraid that you will suffer a little, that you will shed a single tear. " But you have grown up. For the love that you are not worth, Let a man hurt you again and again, torture you, and eventually take your life! "

"Xia Qingning, is everything you gave up worth it? It is not worth it at all!"

Xia Wenxu's voice echoed in the ward. His sobbing sounded very sad.

Hsu Mochen stood beside Xia Wenxu and looked at each and every word he said. It was as if his heart had been crushed by a wheel. Every heart felt an unprecedented pain.

He had never been a person who was afraid of the cold, but at this moment, it was as if he had fallen into an ice cellar that was filled with cold air. It was dark and cold. He was almost frozen to the point where he could not move. Even his fingers became cold.