Ben hands behind his back, a look of bitterness and hatred, “last time when Brenden came over also brought a person, because it was night, the person also wore sunglasses, so it was not clear who it was, but since then the old man’s health is worse every day. I am anxious to see. Although I have found a lot of doctors, but the results are very little.”
“Show me.”
Peter said nothing and followed Ben to the old man’s yard and met him in his compartment.
In the past, he liked to practice Tai Chi and play cards in the yard, but now he can only lie in bed.
He and Ben both entered the room without waking him up.
Peter walked to the bed and looked at the old man who was sleeping with his eyes closed, and his heart was very complicated.
Without looking back, he asked, “How long has he been like this?”
“Most of the month.”
“Did you get a Chinese doctor to look at him?”
“The old man was taken to the hospital for a checkup before and no abnormalities were found.”
Hearing Ben’s words, Peter would subconsciously think of compulsion.
But if, according to those people, the compulsion is very difficult to cultivate, they have absolutely no need to give the old man a compulsion.
It doesn’t make sense.
“Go back and get a Chinese doctor to come over and take a look.”
Peter instructed, then waved to Ben, who turned away with a slight jowl and closed the door.
He did not wake up the old man, but instead sat aside and waited quietly.
Peter was waiting to see just how long it would take for the old man to revive.
The result is a wait until four or five in the afternoon.
“Peter? What are you kids doing over here?”
Old Mr. Alston woke up and opened his eyes to see Peter resting in his bedroom chair.
The old man speaks in a very weak and breathless voice.
He propped his hands on the bed to get up.
Peter immediately went over and helped him sit up, putting a pillow behind his back.
Old Mr. Alston has seen too many cold moments of Peter, now suddenly feel his filial piety, there is an indescribable feeling.
“I noticed that you’ve changed a lot since you came back from this trip.”
Many people knew about Peter’s terminal illness, but Old Mr. Alston did not.
“Yeah.”
Peter still looked cold and sat on the edge of the bed, “What’s wrong with you? Didn’t you used to be in good health.”
In the end, Old Mr. Alston was his own grandfather, and Peter had a great deal of trouble with the way Old Mr. Alston treated them.
But now see an old man in front of him to get up are so hard, but some do not tolerate.
“Huh.”
His indifferent attitude provoked a self-deprecating laugh from Old Mr. Alston, who shook his head, waved his pale hand, and sighed, “It’s all my own fault.”
Peter was silent, waiting for Old Mr. Alston to say more.
“In the past, I always thought you were too ambitious, and I was afraid that you would have an outside interest. Now it seems that I was overthinking.”
Old Mr. Alston speaks with a faint smile all the time, looking although there are a few open-minded, in fact, are laughing at their own stupidity.
“You have told me more than once that Brenden’s identity is very problematic. At first I believed you, but then Brenden came back, Leonidas after identification with me is a blood relationship, then confused and believed Brenden. who knows now but he was held in check, want to regret are too late.”
As early as when Peter came up with evidence to prove that Leonidas had no blood relationship with Brenden, he had been counted by Brenden and there was no room for backtracking.
“Son, I know I haven’t been good enough for your family since your father died. But there are only a few of you in The Alston family, Brenden, Archie, Raymond, and you, and Archie is not up to the task, and Raymond likes to be a writer and is not interested in the company. The Alston family is now in Brenden’s hands, and if you don’t work hard, then the Alston family will eventually be destroyed by my hands.”
“There are many descendants of The Alston family that you can call on.”
Peter was silent for a long time before he spoke.
“So to speak, but look at those children, which one is not spoiled idle? The company will sooner or later be lost in their hands.”
Old Mr. Alston didn’t trust them.
Seeing that Peter did not speak again, Old Mr. Alston sighed and lowered his eyelids, his face covered with vicissitudes was so haggard and decrepit, “I thought I had a great life when I was young, but I never thought I would end up in this situation when I was old.”
“What did Brenden do to you?”
Peter asked.
“It’s useless to talk about all that.”
Old Mr. Alston lamented, not caring at all about the deeds Brenden had done, and what else could he say since his days were numbered.
“I just hope you can recover the Alston Group and never fall into Brenden’s hands. And there’s something else I have to tell you.”
Old Mr. Alston took a pendant from his neck, a black jade pendant with a totem carved on it.
Peter didn’t know what it was, but the old man handed it over and he took it, asking, “What is it?”
“There’s something that it’s time to talk to you about now, too.”
Old Mr. Alston said.
Originally Peter had no intention of coming to The Alston family, but yesterday Ben called Hank and asked him to come over today.
I thought it was mainly about Brenden and the Alston Group, but I didn’t expect there to be other things to account for.
“Go ahead.”
“Did your mother ever talk to you about your father?”
“My father? Didn’t he die early in life.”
Peter was somewhat ambiguous, not understanding what Old Mr. Alston meant by his words.
“Not really.”
As soon as he leaned on the bed and looked up at the ceiling, his gaze became deep and unseeing.
“If I’m not mistaken, your father is not dead, but somewhere in the world, by and large.”
“What do you mean?”
A man who has been ‘dead’ for decades now suddenly says he is not dead.
Peter had a complicated feeling of being teased inside.
“I’m just guessing. After all, it’s been a decade or two without contact.”
“Why do you say that?”
Peter always feels that there should be a story behind it.
“It goes back many, many years.”
Old Mr. Alston said, pointing to the water fountain over there, “Pour me some water.”
I just woke up and was a little thirsty.
Peter got up, poured a glass of water for him, walked over to him and handed it to him.
“Put that jade pendant of yours in the cup.”
The old man said.
Peter hesitated for a moment, then did as he said and placed the jade pendant in the cup.
The transparent glass was soaked in black jade, and in a short time, the black jade began to slowly change color.
It changed from black to green.
Crystal clear emerald green, and then from the jade saw that there are a few words.
Peter lifted the rope and looked at it against the light, and it clearly said – Cruz!
“Cruz?”
Peter’s eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the tiny font in the emerald green jade, although the font is very small but very clear to see what is actually written inside the word.
It was not his father’s name.