Chapter 338: No More Revenge, It’s His Fault

She couldn't hold her grandson in her arms, and she still felt uneasy. What's more, the fortune teller said that, so she couldn't feel relieved.

Mo Yixuan's brows tightened, and there was nothing he could do about her, a mother who was thinking all day long. He closed his eyes slightly, and there was a trace of boredom in his eyes that could not be dissipated for a long time.

He patted his mother's shoulder again and said in a low voice: "Okay, Mom... don't worry about these things. Listen to the doctor and recover well."

After saying that, Mo Yixuan turned around and went to his own big bedroom.

During this time, he would come home on time after get off work. As he had never been able to play, he had almost no recreational activities and was not interested in playing.

So as long as he stops working, he will read a book or read some information or sleep.

In order to prevent himself from wandering around, he bought a lot of books during this period and read one book every two or three days. Only when he was immersed in the world of reading could he forget those worries.

As usual, he opened another book, a financial book called "When Paper Money Disappears", written by a famous economist. He flipped through the book page by page, reading very quickly, and after a while he read more than a dozen pages.

The cell phone he placed aside suddenly rang. He saw that it was a foreign number, and it was also an unfamiliar number. Of course he knew who was calling.

The call was connected, and soon a young man's voice came from the phone:

"Mr. Mo, in response to the request you made last time, we decided to take action later this month. Do you want her to have her hands and feet amputated? Or to be blind and disfigured?" The man said some cruel words without emotion. It seems like this is what they do all the time.

They use people's money to do things for others, and they always do things flawlessly.

Mo Yixuan frowned, put down the book in his hand, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and looked at the brightly lit city in the distance.

In fact, if it hadn't been for this call, he would have almost forgotten that he had contacted a black organization before and gave them a deposit to deal with Xia Yuwei, making Xia Yuwei's life worse than death.

At that time, he hated that woman so much that he wished she would die cleanly.

But now this hatred seems to have faded.

He sighed and reached out a hand to rub his temples.

After coming over for a while, he said calmly: "Forget it, let her be."

Letting that woman lose her arms and legs, disfigure her face, blind her eyes, etc. will not change that Mo Ye is not his biological son, nor will it change that he has lost the woman he loves most.

Nothing can be changed. The person who made the mistake was actually himself. He was the one who failed to resist the temptation and betrayed his marriage. He himself was more hateful than Xia Yuwei.

On the other end of the phone:

"Mr. Mo, are you sure? If you decide not to retaliate against her, we will not refund your deposit." This is the rule on the road, and none of the money collected will be refunded.

Mo Yixuan hummed lightly. I don’t care about the millions of dollars anymore.

He doesn't hate others now, if he does, he hates himself. He destroyed his own happiness with his own hands, and he can't blame Xia Yuwei.

He walked to the sofa again, picked up the book he had just read, and turned a few more pages, but he couldn't read it anymore. I was also inexplicably upset.

Clicking on the phone screen and then WeChat, he searched for a WeChat ID, a number and avatar that he was very familiar with.