Hi There, Uncle! Chapter 3

Samson said six vicious words to his father with blood gushing out. Then he staggered and fell on Andy who was willing to act as a cushion, and fell into a coma.

The Jiang family was in chaos at that time.

David pushed Stella aside, rushed to the front and hugged Samson to the garage. Andy followed closely, but he was a mean guy. Seeing that he couldn't get into David's car, he called the police in front of Stella and her daughter, "Yes, someone murdered. The stepmother gave birth to a younger son and didn't like the stepson. The stepmother's biological mother directly hit him with a vase. The person has been unconscious and went to the hospital. I am an eyewitness who saw injustice."

Although his father was unfaithful, he was Zhou Litao. In Qincheng, even David couldn't do anything to him, not to mention Stella and her daughter. After the call, he didn't care about the mother and daughter who wanted to kill him with their eyes. He walked out of the house and got into his car, directing them to go to the hospital. In a small city, the land is not as tight as in a big city. Villas are built in the suburbs. Their villa is in the best place besides Qincheng Lake. The best hospital in Qincheng, the Central Hospital, is two kilometers away. It's obvious that they went there.

As soon as the room was empty, Stella began to feel scared. She was only 21 years old this year. If she hadn't hooked up with □□, she would only be a junior student. Her parents were just ordinary small businessmen. They had used all their efforts in their lives, but their savings had never exceeded 300,000. And her relatives were all at a similar level.

She had only been making small noises in the past few months, arguing and using some tricks, but this was the first time she had made such a fuss. First, it was because Samson said yesterday that her son was a monkey, and she was so angry at his expression. Second, she had given birth to a son, and didn't David agree to the house change? She felt confident.

But the word "murderer" was enough to make her change color.

Stella helped his mother sit up and said with a bit of complaint, "Mom, you're sorry. Why did you want to smash the bottle? If you don't smash it, it means he is ignoring you. Samson is David's son after all, he will definitely not let it go this time."

"Bah! No matter how much you feel sorry for him, you can't chase after your mother and beat her. He feels sorry when I beat his son, but I don't feel sorry when he beats my daughter. Don't worry, I'll take care of this matter. I'll take care of this little ba5tard for you." Guo's mother had a better idea than her and asked her, "How are you?"

The mother and daughter were not in a good situation. Samson had accumulated all his old hatreds against Stella, and he showed no mercy. Not only did she feel pain on her body, but her face was also covered with wounds. Guo's mother was old and had a heart disease. She was very angry. If Samson hadn't held her daughter down, she wouldn't have been able to stand up and beat her.

Stella twisted her neck and moved her arms and legs. "No, this brat was too ruthless. It must be swollen."

Mother Guo pulled Stella directly and said, "Let's go to the hospital and stay in the hospital."

When Samson woke up, he was already in the hospital.

It was daybreak, and it was obvious that a whole night had passed. He felt that his head was wrapped like a ball, heavy and heavy, as if he was holding a two-pound discus. It took a long time to move his neck. It didn't hurt, but he was a little dizzy. He didn't know if it was because the anesthetic hadn't worn off.

It's a single room, no one is in it.

He didn't rush to call for help. He could think that his father must be nearby. No matter how bad David was, he couldn't change the fact that he had to stay with him. He just didn't want to see him.

Samson has lived a comfortable life since he was a child. This does not only refer to money, but also the living atmosphere. Although the parents of his friends are either cheating or divorced, his parents have always been very good. The two of them talked and laughed, took him around, and played doubles with him. He never thought about what it would be like if someone else in the family changed one day.

In the previous few months, he was holding his anger and quarreled with David and made a scene with Stella. He said it was for his mother, but in fact, he was just angry. But in the final analysis, it was just the child's emotions.

But when the vase fell yesterday, he knew something was different. Even when he was furious, he didn't pinch Stella's neck, it was just a superficial injury, just to vent his anger. But Guo's mother hit him on the head with a vase, and he was a little scared, he thought Guo's mother wanted to kill him.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he couldn't help but shudder. He felt that this matter was a bit serious and he couldn't live with such a person.

Then he thought of the smashed room, and he couldn't help but sneer. What a life! His room was gone, and the last trace of his mother's existence in that house was all gone. He played games, did homework, helped his mother with clothes, and was beaten in that room. But everything was gone, and he couldn't even keep his own room!

It’s so fcuked up, so unfair... and so incompetent!

His eyes were a little moist, and he couldn't help but cover his eyes with his hands.

At this time, the door opened. David, with a scruffy beard and a tired look on his face, walked in. As soon as he entered the door, he saw his movements and greeted him, "Are you awake? Does your head still hurt?"

Samson said nothing and did not put his hands down.

David sighed. He was really scared. He ran through three red lights along the way and drove straight into the hospital. He looked at the money step by step and didn't dare to go, for fear that something had happened to his eldest son. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the doctor told him that there was nothing serious. His legs were stiff.

He put the lunch box in his hand on the table and spoke to him in a gentle voice, "Are you still angry? Eat. You didn't eat yesterday. It's already noon. You're not hungry."

Samson didn't say anything, but didn't put his hands down.

David put out the stir-fried chicken soup and the fish that Samson liked to eat, "Dad knows that you have been wronged. This is my fault. I didn't pass the message on. The day before yesterday, I promised Stella that I would let you change rooms. Yesterday morning, I had something to do after school and forgot to tell her. As a result, she didn't know and started it."

"Dad will apologize to you, okay?" David said with a tired voice, "I am willing to be punished, and your son has the final say, okay?"

This was a trick his parents often used before they divorced. There weren't so many rules between father and son in his family. Whoever was right was reasonable. The son had to apologize if he was wrong, and the father had to accept the punishment if he was wrong. That's how he developed this character.

But it worked originally because it was his mother, and his father helped to admit it, so that was fine, but who was Stella? Why did she make David apologize just because she did something wrong? And Stella's mother!

When he thought of this, Samson didn't cover his eyes anymore. He sat up with a somersault, glaring at David with the two-pound discus on his head, "You're covering up for her. Even if I let you change rooms, you can tear it down without my consent. dmn, demolition still requires conditions, and forced demolition is still illegal! What did Stella do? She directly asked the workers to tear it down for me! And her mother, did you see that?" He pointed at his head, "She slapped me! She wanted to kill me just because her daughter gave birth to a monkey! You apologize? What right do you have to apologize for her? Let her come, let her mother come, I'll slap her too, and I'll forgive her!"

He was shouting with his neck stiffened, his veins showing, and he was obviously very angry.

He kept saying "you, you, your" all the time. David's hands were itching, but seeing that he was worried, he held his breath and explained to him patiently, "She was wrong to smash the house. I asked her to apologize to you. But you have to wait. Neither of them can come. Stella's mother had a serious heart attack and is in the hospital. Stella is there to watch over her."

Samson was stunned. He didn't touch the old lady.

David continued, "She was wrong in this matter, I said it to her. But Samson, even if you don't regard her as your stepmother, she is still an elder, and it's not right for you to hit her. Both parties are responsible, even if it goes to the police, they will both be punished, and no one can take advantage. Now the old lady is sick and you are injured, can we call a truce? Of course, Dad promises that the old lady will not appear in our house again."

David was in a difficult situation too. After Samson was fine, he was still angry and was ready to settle the score. Unexpectedly, Stella and the others also came to the hospital. Itching and scratching are very noticeable. Stella had several red and swollen spots on her face, which was quite shocking. David wanted to scold her, but she didn't have time to listen. She followed the nurse to the emergency room. When passing by, Stella said, "You are anxious when Samson is beaten, but won't my mother be anxious when I am beaten?" Then she accompanied her mother to the hospital first.

Stella was indeed wrong, but she was also beaten. What about the old lady? Although the old lady was about the same age as him, there was a generation difference. Now he was sick again. What Stella said made sense. Could he go to the ward to quarrel? Just drive her away. After all, life had to go on.

Samson was not so easy to fool, and asked, "What does truce mean? Do you want to wait until I get better before fighting again, or should we just let it go?"

David wanted to settle the matter, "Son, let's get over this, okay? Daddy will find someone to restore your room and put your things back. I promise no one will dare to touch them again. Okay?"

"What a big head!" If you say that Samson just talked back, this time he was just yelling in anger. He stood up and said to David, "They picked a fight, smashed my things, and broke my head. Why should this matter be over? Yes, I beat Stella, but who of us was seriously injured? Don't tell me that my old lady is in the hospital. I guarantee with my head that she is pretending! Are you still my father? Your son is about to be beaten to death, why don't you stand by me? They are going to murder him! Why are you protecting them? David, is the four taels of meat on your chest the only thing on your mind? Or do you not care about my life or death because you gave birth to your second son! Will you be happy if I die in the hands of your second daughter-in-law one day!"

"What are you going to do? Pull Stella and the old lady over here, give you two vases, and you smash one each? What are you going to do?" This broken kid is hurting wherever it hurts, how could he just ignore him! He panted, "Yes, it's my fault, I cheated on you and married a mistress, and you're not happy. But now we're married, and your brother has been born, do you want me to leave again? Son, can you feel sorry for your dad too? Dad knows you've been wronged, can I compensate you in the future?"

It's not easy for both of them, but at this moment, no one understands the other.

In David's mind, both sides were wrong. He focused on dealing with Stella, but Samson also had to understand him and think about his own mistakes. But he didn't expect that Samson didn't want to listen to his analysis of who made more mistakes and who made less mistakes, and didn't want him to deal with the matter in a measured way. He knew it made sense but didn't want to hear it. What he wanted to hear was, Dad is on your side, you can't be mean to my son no matter what the reason is.

In Samson's mind, isn't this the meaning of keeping things quiet? Isn't this telling him that in the future, this attitude of keeping things quiet will also apply in their family? Even if his house was smashed, even if he was wronged, for the sake of his father and his brother, does he have to endure it?

Samson didn't say anything, he just looked at his father coldly.

David felt uncomfortable when he was looked at by him, and felt sorry for the child for being so irritable, so he stepped forward and stretched out his hand to help him calm down. There was still a cut on his head, what if the blood rushed up?

Unexpectedly, Samson dodged back in disgust and didn't let him touch her.

The empty feeling in his hands made David fall down as if he had missed a step on the stairs.

He seemed to be grabbing something and said, "Dad loves you, Samson, Dad loves you."

Samson lowered his head without saying anything. After a while, he said with red eyes and holding his breath, "Dad, there is no need to restore that room. It's all destroyed and it won't be the same even if it's restored. I don't want it anymore. Give it to Jiang Yanchao. I don't like it anyway. I have a headache. I'll sleep for a while. You can go back and rest. You must be very tired after staying up all night."

David was not used to his sudden change of attitude. "It's okay, it's okay. Dad will stay with you for a while. If you don't like that kind of room, there are other ones. Dad will prepare them for you." Samson neither agreed nor stopped him. He pulled the quilt, covered his head and lay down.

What no one saw was that as soon as he entered the dark environment of bed, tears began to fall. Yesterday, the last bit of his original home disappeared, and today, his home was completely gone.