"Dad, wouldn't it be better if you didn't ask this question? Are you so eager for me to do it that you ask twice when once doesn't work?" Samson released the fire in his heart little by little, and he retorted.
Samson didn't admit it, and Stella didn't believe it at all, but she knew that she had promised David, and she didn't want to offend him, so she didn't ask directly, but urged David, "David, Yan Chao was obviously well, how could he suddenly get worse? Yesterday..."
Stella had muttered this several times, and David felt a headache and waved his hand to shut her up. Although Stella wanted to say a few more words, she was stopped by her sister.
David didn't ask more questions intentionally, it was just a habit. He felt a little regretful after asking. He had raised Samson for eighteen years, and at least he knew him well, and knew that Samson couldn't do this. He originally wanted to ask, so that Stella would be relieved if he didn't answer, and stop targeting Samson.
He wanted to appease both of them. He had the final say in the company, but at home he had no say over either of his two ancestors. It was too uncomfortable to be caught in the middle. What he wanted was for the two of them to restore their friendly relationship as soon as possible.
Unexpectedly, Samson was too sensitive.
He could only slow down his tone and explain to him again, "Dad is not targeting you, Samson, your brother is very ill, and his condition suddenly worsened this morning. We are all very worried. I know you are a good child, and we don't want to doubt you or catch the wrong person. We just want to know whether his condition worsened on his own or due to external factors. For example, if you want to see your brother, have you gone in to see him? You may not know that most neonatal pneumonia is caused by bacterial infection. Our body..."
But he forgot that Stella was not Yu Jing, not Samson's biological mother. Even if he said it out loud, this was a questioning of Samson by him and his 20-year-old wife for their new family and their new son.
No matter how unintentional the hurt is, it is still hurt; no matter how unintentional the questioning is, it is still a questioning.
In Samson's eyes, this was a lack of trust in his character. Stella could do this, but David could not.
You are my father, why don't you believe me?
If it was Samson many years later, he probably wouldn't care. But now, he is still trapped in the small world of his home and can't get out. With the innocence of a young boy who has never experienced the world, he takes the word "father's love" seriously.
"Who saw me go up there? Are there any witnesses?" Samson suddenly interrupted David and raised his voice to question him, "What do you mean by not wanting to doubt? If you just wanted to ask, I told you in my first answer, but you just didn't want to believe it. You said it in a high-sounding way, but you just want to force me to admit that I did it. I am such a ruthless person that I didn't even let go of a one-month-old monkey. Are you satisfied now?"
David was startled by his sudden outburst and quickly explained, "No..."
"I didn't ask you! I asked her!" Samson yelled at him directly. He felt his anger rising and his head was about to go dark. At noon, he still thought that this thing must have happened only in novels, but in the afternoon, he found him and said, "I just heard it. You are yelling. You said that I was the only one up there, and that I did it. Right?"
Stella had just been holding back for David's sake, but now that she was being asked, she couldn't help but speak up. "Was what I said wrong? I was out during that time, and my sister and brother-in-law also went downstairs. You were the only one upstairs."
Samson took a step forward. Maybe Stella was still hurt because she was beaten too hard last time. She took a step back and stepped on her sister's foot. The two almost fell together. Stella said a little scared, "Talk, don't hit me."
Samson said, "I won't do it if you explain the reason. I was the only one upstairs and I did it. Where is your logic? The police need evidence to arrest people. Can you convict them just by touching your lips? You're just testing urine with nothing! Who saw me go upstairs? Who saw me enter the room? Find them and confront me."
Stella was mad at him yesterday, and today Jiang Yanchao was sick again. She felt that this was a good opportunity for revenge, so she should throw whatever dirty water she could on him. Anyway, she had no evidence, and Samson couldn't have any evidence either.
There is no such thing as false accusation, and no one has been able to explain it clearly since ancient times.
She tightly grasped her sister's hand and bit it a little, "How can I provide evidence without anyone above, but the fact is that Chaochao is in trouble, and you are upstairs." She was smart at this moment and started to play the emotional card, "I know you don't like us, Samson, it's my fault that I interfered with your father's marriage, you beat me and humiliated me in front of so many people, I admit it, I'm sorry for you. But Chaochao is only one month old, he is your brother, even if you don't admit it and call him monkey every day, he is also related to you by blood, you can't do this!"
As she spoke, she was almost moved and tears were about to fall.
"Bah!" Samson just felt disgusted. He felt that Andy was right. The mistress was a creature whose blood was written in her bones. Today he finally saw it. "If I don't like him, I will kill him. I don't like you even more. Why didn't I strangle you to death last time? As expected, you seduced a man to get married before graduating from college. You must have learned your logic in your mother's womb!"
Stella was crying there.
Samson felt like his chest was like a volcano, and he wanted to pour out all the resentment of more than half a year. He didn't want to hold it in for a moment, "Cry! I'm wronged and I haven't cried yet? You have the nerve to cry! You have no evidence, but you can frame me. But I'm better than you. I said you framed me, and I have evidence. I wasn't the only one upstairs yesterday. Caleb was there too. My dad invited him. I was in the house the whole time. I ran into him when I went out, and then went downstairs without taking a single step upstairs. He saw it with his own eyes. I can call people over now, and call the police by the way, and let the police judge. You are right to put me in, and I am right to put you in, okay?"
Stella really didn't expect that there was someone upstairs. After a moment of silence, she couldn't help but look at David.
Samson was furious. "Why are you looking at him? What? Can he stop me? You can accuse me, but I can't arrest you?"
David thought Caleb was in the study, but he didn't expect him to go downstairs. He was even more speechless. Seeing that Samson was also very angry, he wanted to comfort him and went forward to hold him, "Weiwei, your brother is very ill. Chaochao's mother and I are a little worried. We..."
But Samson shook off his hand, stood there stubbornly, and stared at him with red eyes. "Why are you pulling me? Are you heartbroken and ready to help her?"
David was stared at by him and didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Weiwei, that's not what I meant, don't misunderstand me."
"I didn't misunderstand! Didn't you just ask me for her? Now I question her and you stop me? Yes, you even gave up my mother for her, I'm nothing!" Samson said one sentence after another, saying everything in his heart, and didn't let David say anything, "You still have to persuade me that this is not a big deal, right? Isn't it just a question? But David, if Caleb wasn't there, do you really think I want to kill your youngest son? Do you think I'm unteachable! Even if you don't put me in jail, you are disappointed in me? Have you thought about the consequences?"
Samson felt sad. He was so emotional that his eyes were red. "David, is your mind only focused on the mistress? Do you have any sense of right and wrong? Have you been sleepwalking for the past 18 years? Even Andy knows that I gave Stella a favor yesterday. She will probably give me a hard time. Why don't you think about it? Do you still regard me as your son?"
David denied it, "No, of course you are my son, Weiwei, Dad..."
"You don't love me." Samson wiped away his tears and said the following lines for him, "Don't say you love me all the time. You haven't loved me for a long time. When you cheated on me, when you divorced my mother to have a home for another child, and when you came to question me because of a false accusation from the mistress, you didn't love me. It's just that I can't believe it and you won't admit it. If you loved me, you wouldn't divorce, get married, and have children at the most important time in my life. Do you know what this means to me? My home is gone!"
Samson was a carefree person. Although he and Stella quarreled a lot on weekdays, he never said these words to David. But today, the straw was so light, but he couldn't help it. He roared and angrily: "My life is interrupted! It's all different! Why can't you see it? You blame me for being the last in the exam every day and glare at me. Have you ever thought about what you did? You keep repeating the bullsh!t dad loves you, but you just want to brainwash me and yourself. You are the most hypocritical!"
His anger has accumulated to the extreme, starting from the divorce, the birth of the child, and the smash on the head, he has too few ways to vent. Moreover, at that time, he had the support of "Dad loves you", but now, he finds that there is no such support at all.
"I'm tired of your behavior that seems to be easy but actually infringes on my interests. I endure it again and again, but you trample on me again and again. Your youngest son's condition has worsened, what does it have to do with me? You can come and question me. Do you know what this crime is? Intentional injury. You raised me with your own hands. Do you think I am someone who would do such a thing? Or do you expect me to be such a person? Can your scale be completely skewed?"
He almost couldn't help shouting out, his body shaking.
David felt so heartbroken that he tried to hug his son, whom he had held in his hands for eighteen years, but Samson took a step back and he dodged.
David looked at his empty hands, and for the first time he felt that his son was leaving him before he grew up. This feeling of uneasiness was more obvious to him than the day when Samson said he didn't want that room anymore. He was in a panic, and he had a hunch that if he didn't catch it now, he might never be able to win back the child's heart in the future.
He tried to make amends, "Weiwei, you misunderstood Dad. Dad was wrong. Dad apologizes to you. You can ask Dad to do anything."
"Divorce! Is that okay?" Samson asked directly.
David choked. Before he could answer, Stella called out, "David, you still have Chaochao."
Samson opened the door quickly and said to him coldly, "Hypocrisy! Can an apology bring my mother back without a divorce? Can an apology turn back time? Can an apology bring Jiang Yanchao back? None of them. What the hell is your apology? Stella doesn't need to go to great lengths to disappoint you in me. I'm already disappointed. You win."
David, Stella and Guo Yuting were almost kicked out.
People were coming and going in the hospital corridor, and Samson's voice just now was out of control. Obviously, many people heard it, and many people looked at them.
David was immersed in the regret of losing his son and didn't notice it, but Stella just felt too embarrassed. Everyone was pointing fingers at them, but she didn't dare to say anything. She could only cover it up. When she finally reached the elevator, she asked, "Let's go see Chaochao."
David looked back at her coldly, "Have you had enough of the trouble? Are you satisfied?" Then he walked away!
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