<h4>Chapter 292: Miscarriage V</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion <strong>Editor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion


    None of Lu Zhaoyang’s raging words stirred up a thing in Huo Yunting. He remained smiling, like a pierrot towards his fooled audience. She could shout, smash the table, hit the ground all she wanted but there was nothing she could do. Eventually, the girl settled down as she said briefly, “Congrattions. You have gotten what you want.” She then stormed outside before a thunderous m was heard. He could even see the cups wobble on the te.


    <i>Shameless? A jerk? </i>


    <i>Disappointed? </i>


    <i>Because I did whatever she said? </i>


    <i>Hah. What’s there to disappoint when you never stopped hating me in the first ce?</i>


    Huo Yunting buttoned up his shirt and headed downstairs nonchntly. Lu Zhaoyang was not seen in the living room but his father was there, holding the report on the sofa.


    Huo Yunting thought of getting himself a drink from the kitchen but obviously his father stopped him the moment he walked past the living room. He expected that but never Huo Yunting once expected that his father would toss the entire stack of folders at him.


    He screamed, “You have disappointed me way too much! It’s fine to utter those ridiculous jokes you have sometimes! But putting them into action is another thing! I can’t believe you could do this!” The folder slid off Huo Yunting’s arm to the ground. He did not bother to pick it up as he stepped over it as if it was never there.


    <i>I knew he did it! He knows all this would happen from the very beginning!</i>


    “Don’t think that I don’t know what you are up to. You never ever wanted that child. I knew something was wrong when you chose to stay for so long. You remained at home only to find an opportunity to fulfill your n! I can’t believe my own son could be a diabolical killer!”


    “Yup, a diabolical killer I am. All thanks to your upbringing, *father*.” He snickered.


    “You GET OUT of this house this very instant! Leave the family alone! Go back to your damned city! Don’t ever show up again! You are now banished from this house PERMANENTLY!” Roared Huo Zhenning as he clenched his fists. He almost wanted tounch them at this affair!


    “Well, isn’t that great? If the baby’s gone, there’ll be less to suffer,” muttered Huo Yunting with hands in his pocket. He turned back, chuckling, “And you thought I wanted to stay at this filthy ce of yours? Please send my warmest farewell to granny and also an invitation to my ce at the city whenever she feels lonely. Regarding you, well, we aren’t father and son anymore. It’s only natural we don’t meet again.”


    “UGH!” Huo Zhenning gave a stomp to the sofa behind him as his fist dove into it.


    “GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!”


    Huo Yunting, after giving his final nce at his “father”, sniggered as he walked to the door.


    However, his smile froze when he was at the porch as he remembered Zhaoyang’sments about him this morning. He was not delighted by his words, he even felt—a little hurt?


    <i>She always presumes I’m the viin in the show whenever anything goes wrong in her life. </i>


    <i>It seems like all evil deeds are inevitably my responsibility.</i>


    <i>Like the time she ran away with Huo Chen, like this time... </i>


    <i>Well—what to do? I’m the devil. The devil who pulled her into hell in the first ce...</i>


    <i> ——</i>


    “Mommy...” Lu Zhaoyang was back at the hospital with a basin of warm water and towel this time. Her eyes partially closed as she thought about the conversation hours ago. It was clear that he was the mastermind. The attitude justified everything. But—she had to admit that—she had never really seen through this man. She gasped, unsure if it was out of disappointment or remorse over Huo Yunting as she sat next to Xue Yuming before she wrung the water out of the towel she prepared.


    “It’s New Year’s Eve today. You always make me dumplings every year on this day. Do you remember?” She forced a smile as she wiped her mother’s frigid face, “You can’t stop making it this year. So please wake up, mother. Wake up...” There was clearly no response from heratose mother.


    She did return home that night, although in disappointment due to her futile attempt to wake her mother up. Miracles that urred in fairytales never happened to her. In fact, life had never been a fairytale to her either. Her mother did not wake up on a red-letter day. Her prince never made it to a life happily ever after with her. There was only her and—her broken dreams, her wishes of which she felt willful, as well as the white noisesing from the rusty air-conditioner.


    The hospital was even quieter on New Year’s Eve. Huo Zhenning and Lu Zhaoyang were the only ones that kept her mother apanied.