Refused to marry a wealthy family: training billionaire tycoons

Chapter 408 What Happened

"But..." Butler Li still felt a little embarrassed. After all, no matter how good the young master is, he is still a child, and there must be troubles.

"Don't worry! Haiyue's body is fine, and her fever has subsided. She can be discharged from the hospital as long as she stays for another day, so it's okay. And, I also think it's better for them to stay together now." Xia Dongye turned his head, said "have a good rest" to Haiyue, winked at Butler Li, turned and left the ward.

Steward Li stood by the hospital bed for a few seconds, and after greeting Haiyue, he also retreated, leaving room for the mother and son.

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The old lady Sikong woke up two days later.

After learning that Mrs. Sikong woke up, everyone was mentally prepared for Mrs. Sikong's paralysis or language barriers.

Fortunately, only half of the old lady Sikong's body was disabled, and there was no language barrier, and her mind was very clear.

This made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

For stroke patients, this degree is already a very good condition.

The first thing the old lady Sikong did when she woke up was to ask Haiyue if the picture of Sikong Manor was real through the forced transmission by satellite that day.

"Haiyue, Jing Qiu is really Yi Zhentian's son?" When the old lady Sikong asked this question, her voice trembled uncontrollably, as if she was enduring great pain.

Haiyue couldn't answer her, let alone confirm whether the DNA paternity test was true——

Yi Zhentian died three years ago, now, no one can verify the authenticity of the paternity test, no one can verify whether Jing Qiu is Yi Zhentian's son.

unless……

My memory came back.

After stopping the drug, apart from occasional short-term blindness, some blurry fragments flashed in her mind, but those images were extremely blurry.

If it was true what Lin Changguo said, when Yi Zhentian had a myocardial infarction, she was present at the scene, then only he could prove whether Jing Qiu was Yi Zhentian's son.

but……

After all the memories are restored, it should take a long time to happen.

Haiyue sighed slightly, and comforted the old lady Sikong, "Grandma, you should have a good rest first, don't think too much."

"You answer my question first, is Jing Qiu the son of Yi Zhentian?" The old lady Sikong insisted on an answer.

"Is it... very important?" Haiyue lowered her eyes, and her voice seemed to come from the distant sky.

Jing Qiu's life and death are uncertain, so what's the point of talking about his life experience now?

Whether Sikong Jingqiu is Yi Zhentian's son may not matter to Haiyue, but to the old lady Sikong, it is an extremely unbearable matter.

Because, Yi Zhentian once killed her only daughter!
If Jing Qiu is really Yi Zhentian's son, then...

Thinking of this, old lady Sikong became emotional again.

If Jing Qiu is really Yi Zhentian's son, it means that she has raised the child for nearly 30 years for the enemy who killed her daughter and son-in-law!
How could this not make old lady Sikong extremely excited? !

She actually raised her son for nearly 30 years for the enemy who killed her daughter and son-in-law!
Thinking of this, old lady Sikong couldn't help shivering with chills all over her body!

She excitedly shouted at Haiyue, "Important! How can this not be important?! He is Yi Zhentian's son! Yi Zhentian killed my Lan Xi and Rui Lin..."

As if it was unbearable, the old lady Sikong kept repeating such words, her expression gradually became frantic, and her originally shrewd eyes became cloudy due to hatred, losing their usual shrewdness.

"Grandma..." Facing such an old lady Sikong, Haiyue didn't know what to say.

"Jingqiu... What about Jingqiu people? Why hasn't he appeared until now? Is it because of his identity that he doesn't even dare to see me?" Even though she said that she was the son of the enemy, old lady Sikong thought in her heart. I still want to see my grandson very much, after all, she brought him up with her own hands.

(End of this chapter)