Xu Qiguang stopped, turning to look down at Old Mrs. Xu. Night had fallen and the moon was dim. Standing before the door to the outer room, Xu Qiguang closed his eyes and looked up at the sky.
Seeing this, Old Mrs. Xu trailed off mid-sentence. She looked up, staring intently at her son's face, which was blurry in the gloom. 'When did my refined son become so ruthless?'
"Mother."
Old Mrs. Xu sighed. "My son."
"How can you still not understand? She isn't your granddaughter. She isn't my daughter. She's our enemy. I can't acknowledge her, and I don't dare to.
You of all people should know what kind of enemy is the most terrifying, what kind of person is the most detestable, what kind of person you have to cast aside, and what kind of person you have to treat as if they're dead.
I can't let that... *thing*... destroy this family. Surely you don't want to see the home you've painstakingly built for your son your entire life just collapse like this, do you?"
