Chapter 338 - I Won’t Seek Revenge, It Was My Fault
She felt as though she wouldn’t be able to rest easy until she held her grandson in her arms. Furthermore, the fortune-teller had already made such a statement, so this added to her uneasiness.
Mo Yixuan frown grew deeper but he couldn’t find a way to handle his mother who was always entertaining all sorts of ideas, so he closed his eyes. Annoyance flashed past his eyes and this feeling remained for quite some time.
He patted his mother’s shoulders and said in a low voice, “Alright, mother… don’t fret about such matters. Listen to the doctor’s orders and do your rehabilitation exercises.”
Then, he turned to return to his large bedroom.
These days, he would return home immediately after he knocked off work. He had never really played around and thus didn’t have any recreational hobbies, neither was he interested in doing so.
Thus, the moment he knocked off work, he would either read some books or reports or go to sleep.
He had purchased many books during this period of time to stop himself from entertaining foolish thoughts and would read one book every three days. He felt as though he would only be able to truly forget his troubles after he was fully immersed in his books.
He opened a book just like he had always done. This was a book that was on the topic of finance and was called ‘After Banknotes Disappear’ and the author was a famous economist. He flipped through the pages of this page and read very quickly. Soon, he had read more than ten pages.
Suddenly, the phone he placed beside him rang. He glanced at it and saw that was from an overseas number that was unfamiliar to him but he knew who this call was from.
He picked up the call and soon, he heard a young man speak on the other end, “Mr. Mo, we’ve received your request and decided that we will act later this month. May I know if you’d like to break her arm or her leg? Or if you want us to make her blind or disfigure her?”
This man said all these terms without much emotion, as though they were used to performing such acts.
This group of men had always carried out their client’s request to perfection after receiving their money.
Mo Yixuan frowned. He put down the book in his hand and walked to the windowsill. He drew open the curtains and looked at the brightly lit city in the distance.
If it wasn’t for this call, he had almost forgotten that he had contacted a mafia group earlier and paid the deposit to request them to deal with Xia Yuwei and make her feel like living was worse than dying.
He hated this woman to the core and earnestly longed for her death.
However, his hatred for her was no longer as strong as it was before.
He heaved a sigh and rubbed at his temples.
After some time, he said coldly, “Forget it. Leave her be.”
Even if he broke her limbs, or disfigured, or blinded her, it wouldn’t change anything. Mo Ye would still not be his biological son, and the woman he loved wouldn’t return to him either.
He wouldn’t be able to change anything and he had been the one at fault from the very beginning. He failed to resist temptation and turned his back on his own marriage. He was worse than Xia Yuwei.
On the other end of the line, the young man replied, “Mr. Mo, are you sure? Even if you decide not to take revenge on her, we won’t be refunding your deposit.” This was the rule of the mafia – money received would not be returned.
Mo Yixuan acknowledged his statement, as though he didn’t care about the several hundreds of thousands of dollars he had spent.
He didn’t hate anyone and he had no one to blame but himself. He had personally destroyed his own happiness and couldn’t blame Xia Yuwei for his failures.
He walked back to the sofa and picked up the book he had been reading earlier. He flipped through a few pages but found that nothing was going into his head and he felt a little annoyed.
He unlocked his phone and opened his WeChat application to search for a username. This was a number that was extremely familiar to him and he also knew that user’s display picture very well.