A Relentless Pursuit for Love

Chapter 364

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Sage chuckled and said, “My father…was pretty straightforward, huh?”

Wayne responded, “Not just that, he was a thoughtless boy. At that time, I thought the boy would grow up to be successful, seeing as how odd he was, so I brought him home with me. I told your uncles that he was my son from another woman and had them treat him like their own big brother, and they did. Who knew that they’d bully him behind my back. However, your father was not someone that would tolerate bullies. He fought back and won.”

Sage said straightforwardly, “But they held grudges against him.”

Just like Yeva did.

All Yeva had in her heart werē grudges throughout the year.

Wayne said calmly, “Yeah.. not long after your father moved in, I started teaching Braxton and Zane carving. Both of them didn’t like how it hurt their hands and never took it seriously. Your father, on the other hand, came to me by himself and told me he wanted to learn. I gave him a piece of white jade and a carving knife, and he started carving himself without saying another word.

“His first work was pretty good. Even though he cut his finger open and bled so much blood, he didn’t utter a word of complaint.

he even took over the rubbish Braxton and Zane did and revived them. I was

emotion as he recalled

father had a huge potential for jade-carving, so I named him my

have your father by my side those few years. I was less lonely for sure. I taught him everything I knew without holding back. Slowly, he got his name out there and started becoming more successful. Thus more people came to visit, and that was when our uncles started becoming jealous. They blamed me for playing favorites, and the bond between the siblings started to break

that he was not my biological son. They became even more displeased

your father met your mother, and your uncles were bullied by your mother as well. So they started holding grudges toward

a father for not raising your uncles right. It was my fault for ignoring their red flags because I felt like I owed it to them and eventually pushed them to commit the crime. I knew they had something to do with your parent’s death, but I was too afraid to think about it, let alone face it, which is why I’ve been running away from it all. I ran for three whole

“I know deep down, you blame me for

own crime. There’s no such thing as blaming the parents for not raising their children

pair understood each other’s hearts without

got her straightforwardness and rashness from her parents, and she was never the sort to leave words hanging. Since things had already gotten to that point, might as well just

son or not: Just as he treated you like a father, I’ll treat you like my own Grandpa. I’ll tell you the truth now. I know my uncles worked with someone and murdered my parents. That’s a fact. I have enough evidence, and I don’t plan on letting them off easily. The reason I haven’t been doing anything about it was because I’ve been waiting for you. Before I submit them to the authorities, I want them to

that day, “What do you plan on doing to them? Do

her head, her