The man smiled miserably. "Actually, we are really not siblings by blood. We neither share the same father nor mother. We are not related by blood at all. However, my dear sister, you may not know this, but I have always truly treated dad as my biological father since childhood."
Yvonne was speechless. Even Vincent was touched.
The man on the bed continued. "It's just such a shame that I have a mother who is a mistake. The thing I hated the most in this life is why did I have such a mother. Since I was a child, since the moment she knew I existed, she had never loved me. The reason she gave birth to me was, in fact, just to save her own life. After she had given birth to me, she had never bothered
about me. It was my father who had been taking care of me. Dad, you had been teaching me and caring for me meticulously back then. I was only nearly four years old at that time, but I still could remember everything. I remember them very clearly. Dad, you have always loved me very much. I have also always treated you as my own father. Unfortunately, my mother didn't let me. I have been terribly bewitched by Mom when I was a child.
Have you guys... Have you guys ever seen a mother forcing her own eight-year-old to take those substances? My mother, however, had done that. The reason my body is completely ruined when I am only in my thirties and am about to die is that I had started taking drugs since I was only eight. Don't you think that's just sad?"
Vincent was a soft-hearted person, after all. Helena was even more so soft-hearted.
When Vincent and Helena heard that man talk about all that in an incomparably miserable tone, they had tears welled up in their eyes and were able to cry at any minute.
That was particularly so for Helena. She was a teacher, so she understood children even more.
"My child... Don't be sad. You are still alive right now. If there's the slightest bit of hope in you, we will think of ways to save your life," Helena said.
"Madam Helena..." The man was covered in tears. "I have wronged you, Madam Helena. I am sorry..." he sobbed.
Vincent walked forward and sat on the bed while patting the back of the man in front of him. "Son, don't cry. If you're sick, just get treatment for it, There's no use crying about it. It’ll be fine if you stop being a pickpocket and stop taking those substances in the future."
They knew that the man was dying soon, but nobody dared to talk about it. All they could say was to let the man cooperate and get treatment.
The man, however, smiled. "Dad, I know my own condition. My body had long been ruined. The reason I made the call to ask you to come over today is not to have you think of a way to treat me. Even if I could still live, I can't be so shameless to trouble you guys again after I had cursed you. Besides, with my condition, even if the greatest doctor on earth was to treat me and even if I was given a miracle pill to lengthen my life, it's beyond hopeless."
When he heard the man saying that, Vincent got even more confused. He and his wife looked at each other, and then
Vincent said again, "Son, then the purpose you asked us to come over is..."
"I have a very important matter that I want to tell you, Dad!" said the man solemnly.
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