<h4>Chapter 1267: Please Stop Giving Me Presents</h4>


    He asked Aunty Li who was his nurse who wheeled him up to his own room.


    He gingerly rose to his feet andy in bed.


    His room was no longer on the third floor, the room that he had once shared with He Xiyan.


    His son Mo Ling had moved his belongings to arge room downstairs in order to make it easier to care for him.


    Mo Ling was afraid that he’d be bored, so he had personally bought books of all genres for him to read.


    That night.


    Mo Ling would spend time with his father each time he returned home from the office.


    The Mo family office had been in trouble ever since his father had fallen ill. Their stocks had fallen sharply and thepany’s management had also be a little restless.


    Several projects had also stopped.


    Although Mo Ling had graduated from a prestigious university and was also very capable, the stakeholders didn’t trust him to lead the firm. They thought that hecked experience and that the firm wouldn’t do well under his leadership. There were also several directors who tried to convene a board of directors meeting behind his back to elect a new chief executive officer.


    Mo Ling had to deal with an enormous amount of stress but he didn’t let his father know any of this. He only told his father that all was well in thepany and also told him not to worry and to focus on getting better.


    He decided that he would deal with the issues in thepany alone.


    “Has my dad eaten?” he asked Aunty Li who had just emerged from his father’s room.


    Aunty Li sighed and shook her head apologetically.


    “He only had some soup in the afternoon for lunch,” she said and her helplessness was written all over her face.


    Mo Ling pursed his lips and some emotion flitted across his eyes. He seemed a little conflicted.


    Soon, he opened the door to his father’s room.


    Mo Yixuan stood by the window and his silhouette seemed very long under themplight. He ced both hands on the windowsill and stared straight out at the road in the distance.


    The road was very long and cars would drive by asionally.


    He stared nkly at the cars that crisscrossed the street.


    His mind was still clear but his reaction seemed to have dulled.


    He knew that there might be some internal turmoil within thepany after he fell ill but he didn’t have the energy to deal with this problem.


    He blinked his dark eyes at the sound of footsteps. He knew that his son had returned.


    “Dad...” Mo Ling said and he carried a bowl of rice that was mixed with soup.


    He ced the bowl on the table, walked to the window, and held his father’s arm.


    “Dad, please eat something to replenish your energy,” he said. He could see the haggardness on his father’s face as well as his hopeless expression.


    Mo Yixuan’s expression didn’t change and he continued to stare at the road outside.


    Mo Ling didn’t know what his father was looking at, so he gave his father’s shoulder another pat.


    “Dad...” he said softly.


    Mo Yixuan finally reacted. He slowly turned around and leaned against the window. Then, he shook his head at his son.


    He told Mo Ling that he wasn’t hungry. In fact, he didn’t feel like eating. Everything tasted nd to him.


    Mo Ling took a deep breath. He felt very sad when he saw his father reduced to this state.


    He could empathize with his father.


    He knew that his father could pull through illnesses that were more serious but he couldn’t ept the fact that he could no longer look after himself and that he couldn’t even speak properly these days.


    He only hoped that his father would agree to be treated and recover soon.