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nChapter 297: It Was A Pity That He Was Not The Father

nTranslator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

nThe next day, Mo Yixuan went through the discharge process himself. Although he was well now, he still looked haggard, pale and bloodless. Even his lips were a little white.

nOut of the hospital, he shielded against the dazzling sunshine with his hands. Though the sunshine in May was warm, yet it could not glow into his heart.

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nHe took a taxi by the roadside. Instead of going to the company, he chose to go home directly.

nHe was not interested in doing anything now, nor was he in that mood. If he could, he would like to take some sleeping pills and sleep for a few days.

nMo family was still cold as before, a kind of desolation penetrating from inside. The security guards at the door were even sleeping.

nUsually, some friends of Li Qin came to visit her occasionally. Now that Li Qin was in the hospital, then no one came by.

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nThe house was very quiet except for the cries of the child.

nThe moment Mo Yixuan came into the house, he heard the child crying loudly. Feeling his head cracking, he rubbed his temple hard, becoming more inexplicably irritable in his heart.

nIn the past, if Mo Yixuan heard the baby crying when he went home, he would rush to check and ask whether the child was sick. However, at this moment, he was speechless, and he felt great pains in his heart as if it had been strangled by a rope.

nThe more the child cried, the more pains he felt.

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nLin Yanyan took Mo Ye out of the pram. The baby was now more than twenty kilograms, who was very heavy for her to hold in her arms. She could hardly handle all this alone. The child usually ate too much, so now he was fat all over.

nComing to the hall, she saw Mo Yixuan standing at the door. Stunned for a moment, she still walked over with the child in her arms.

n“Sir, you… come back.” Lin Yanyan said in a low voice. She had intended to ask him what to do with the child, but she dared not do so when she perceived the extreme embarrassment on his face.

nMo Ye also saw the tall man at the door. He wiped his eyes hard with his small hands and stopped crying or making any noise suddenly. He stretched out his small arms and shouted hoarsely, “baba…”.

nHis words were not very clear though, yet one could tell that he just called “papa”. It was also the first time that he called “papa” at ten months old. Previously, he could only called his grandmother.

n“Baba…” Mo Ye called again, his small watery eyes filled with tears, looking very pitiful. His clothes were dirty too, which probably had not been changed for several days.

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nAlthough he couldn’t say anything else, he knew that this was his father, the one who loved him very much. Usually, as long as he reached out his hands, his father would hold him.

nMo Yixuan, as if suddenly frozen, stood still there without moving, not even blinking his eyes.

nThe word “papa…” was just like a sharp knife piercing into his heart, which made him cramp all over with pain.

nSuddenly he turned his face away and turned his back to the child, his overly sad eyes becoming wet again. Once, he wished to hear the child call him father very much, but now he felt extremely sad upon hearing this.

nIt was because he was not his son. He was not.

n“Baba…” Seeing that his father seemed to ignore him, Mo Ye grabbed his clothes, soon bursting into tears again.

nLin Yanyan hurried to comfort the child in her arms, but it did not work.

nMo Ye cried louder and louder. She had no choice but to hold the child like this and let him cry.

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