No matter how hateful Cheng Qingyan was, she was still a woman who had given birth to a child for Si Yang. Si Yang just felt it was a bit cruel.
Si Yang remained silent.
Mo Sichen could understand; after all, it was his son, his woman...
Mo Sichen said, "In any case, I don't have much time left to live. Once we get divorced, you can be with her. Isn't that good?"
"Impossible," Si Yang said. "How could I ever deserve her?"
Thinking of Cheng Qingyan's attitude toward him, he knew it was utterly impossible.
In Cheng Qingyan's eyes, he was nothing—just a servant.
Mo Sichen didn't speak, but Madam Mo and Mr. Mo came storming in from outside. Mo Sichen was still sitting on the chair as he watched his parents barge in with a domineering presence. "Mom, Dad, why are you here?"
"We heard that you're divorcing Cheng Qingyan?" Mr. Mo was furious. If not for Mo Sichen's poor health, he would have dragged him out for a beating.
Mo Sichen said, "So, you already know."
