My Alleged Husband

Chapter 462 - 441 The Father-Son Quarrel_1

"Do you really dare to say that your conscience is clear? Are you unaware of every single thing you did? When you turned your own parents away from your door, did it never cross your mind that one day you might face retribution? During those moments, why didn’t you think about whether you could truly be at ease with yourself, even though you now boldly claim to be without guilt in front of me? What gives you the right, after putting your own family through such danger?"

Zhang Yichen never expected her father to speak to her this way; it really hurt her deeply. She valued her father so greatly, yet why did he see her as such a person?

"I don’t want to say much, but I have one thing to tell you. Many times, it’s not as simple as denying or stating something exists. You know in your heart what you’ve done, so why seek validation from others? For every action you take, be ready to face the consequences instead of involving others and causing them to live in fear. Isn’t that what a child should do?"

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Old Master Zhang couldn’t bear to hear the quarrel between his grandson and son any longer. Why must they argue to this extent? What was the use of all this squabbling? Could arguing sweep under the rug the wrongs they committed? Did they think they could bury all their past mistakes and avoid the consequences of their actions? Wasn’t this a bit too naive?

"Both of you needn’t argue anymore. Do you think this relentless fighting is useful? Do you believe that it will absolve you from the consequences you’ve brought upon yourselves? Do you think the whole world will treat you with kindness and compassion? You are not noble figures, and no one else is a Saint. Why would anyone continuously forgive and treat you well? Aren’t you just arguing here to hide the mistakes you’ve made? Don’t you want to avoid responsibility? If you’re so capable, then why can’t you bravely face your wrongdoings? Is this what you call saving face? If you can’t even manage the basics, what right do you have to make a fuss here?"

"Grandpa, you heard it. It’s not that I’m arguing with my dad, but what he did was too much. Despite all these measures, he has no remorse. Does he have to lose everyone who cares about him before he has an epiphany? Why must he hurt us like this? Do we owe him anything? Through the years, he has never been by our side, yet we have chosen to forgive his mistakes time and again. And what’s the outcome? He thinks we are deliberately treating him badly, deliberately ostracizing him, deliberately keeping him away from the Zhang Family. But it was he who said that if he hid anything from us today, he would never step through the doors of the Zhang household in this lifetime; he can’t even remember his own words!"

"What do you mean I can’t remember what I said? Are you blatantly trying to drive your own father out of the house again? If that’s what you need, just tell me directly. Why beat around the bush with your words? Do you think it’s appropriate for a son to speak to his father in this manner? Is this how a son should speak? Do you even understand what respect is?"

"Enough, I’ve already told you two to stop arguing. What’s the point? These words came from your own mouth; are you suggesting that your son and I are framing you? Don’t you realize that your words are too harsh? Do you ever think about the consequences of what you say? Do you actually believe that everyone else is a fool to be manipulated by you and your wife? Even if everyone were fools, neither your son nor I are. We see things very clearly, and we’ve all chosen to keep silent out of consideration. But have you ever thought that the wrongs you do are truly right? With all you’ve done, aren’t you afraid of retribution someday? You hurt me and your son—do you really think that is fitting? You constantly claim that you’re worthy of being a member of the Zhang Family. I’d like to know, where does this ’worthiness’ come from?"

"I don’t want to argue with the two of you here. What’s the point? Honestly, it’s just maddening to argue here."

Old Master Zhang found it quite amusing—she was the one arguing and now she’s blaming him. He had never seen such a child before. How did he end up with a son who tormented him so?

"Don’t you find what you just said rather funny? You’re the one causing all this commotion, and now you’re turning it around on us. Don’t you think that’s a bit immoral? Is this how you show respect to your father and your son—constantly behaving this way without fear of divine punishment? Can you really live with yourself after everything? Does your conscience allow you to be at peace? To be honest, I really don’t understand how you’ve managed over these years abroad. Have you never felt any guilt at all? Have you never felt that you’ve wronged your son, abandoned your family, abandoned your father? How can your heart be so hard? Even if it is, by now you should have been influenced by us and realized the importance of kinship. Yet why do you never understand, why are you still the same, acting without thinking? Were you born without a brain? I truly don’t get it. In our smart family, how did we end up with a son so foolish? How did someone so ungrateful come into existence? The Zhang Family has always been loyal, righteous, benevolent, and filial, but what about you? You are always like this, forever so selfish and self-centered, it’s practically..."

Old Master Zhang came to a loss for words regarding his son. He could only choose to remain silent.