In the evening, He Yirong finally came out of the room.
He silently walked downstairs, only to find that there was only Butler Li in the living room.
Seeing this old companion, He Yirong suddenly felt an urge to confide.
"Old Li, you know everything, right?" he said hoarsely.
Butler Li silently nodded. He had heard everything that happened in the afternoon quite clearly.
"Do you think it's really my fault?" He Yirong murmured softly, "So now, a brother is not a brother, a son is not a son..."
"Sir, it's not anyone's fault," Butler Li said softly, "Moreover, I have always felt that what truly makes a family a family is not blood, but affection. Blood is just a chance. As long as you are willing, the young master will always be your son."
He Yirong let out a long sigh.
"But he isn't really... and now Yizheng..." He Yirong closed his eyes, "It's never going to be like before."
He Yizheng will not be content to let He Jingyao become the head of the He Family.
