Patch was like a filial son who was moved and cried, and rushed over, pushing Zi Su away and holding Yingweide's grand duke, crying and crying: "Father... are you okay... Come on, I will help you to the bedroom to rest."

Grand Duke Yingwei was already confused by coughing, but he still grabbed the documents on the table and said vaguely: "The official business... has not been processed...independence...to curb...can't give Leng Yuan...war...opportunity..."

Patch seemed to have not heard the keywords in the series of confused words of Grand Duke Yingweid. He anxiously grabbed his hand from the documents and said, "If you fall down, nothing will be gone! Go and rest first, I will help you with these documents!"

"No!" Grand Duke Yingweid pushed Patch in a vague consciousness, lifted his aging finger like a dead tree bark, pointed to the gate and waved it randomly, "Adam... Let Adam come back... hurry..."

After hearing this, some complicated emotions appeared in Patch's eyes, but they quickly disappeared. He turned to look at the confidant of the grand duke waiting beside him and said kindly: "Go and notify Adam and go back to Dawn City!"

Since it was the will of the Grand Duke, my confidant naturally didn't say much, and said respectfully: "Yes!"

After his confidant left, Patch and Zi Su helped the unconscious Grand Duke Yingweide back to the bedroom.

Zisu brought clean handkerchiefs and water. He wanted to soak them and relieve the fever for the eldest prince, but Patch took the handkerchief and said softly: "Let me do it, I'll take care of my father, you can do your own business."

Zisu has a bad impression of Patch, and he knows very well that this is an arrogant and domineering person. But at this time, seeing Patch is so concerned about her critically ill father, she thought to herself that no matter how bad or vicious a person is, she also has family affection. Patch must be very sad now...

Zisu is a person who has experienced separation from life and death. When her parents died in the collapse, they died in front of her and her sister, but she could not do anything. When she saw her father and son who wanted to be filial, she couldn't help but rub her wet eyes and bowed to her, "Zisu is back first. If you have anything to do, please give me the instructions."

After Zisu retreated, only Patch and Yingweid were left in the room.

Patch made a glass of honey water and handed it to Grand Duke Inveyed, and said softly: "Father, drink some."

"Huh?" Grand Duke Yingweide's fever did not subside at this time, his mind was a little blurred, and he subconsciously resisted Patch's hand.

Patch knew that this was a serious reaction, so he still held the cup and said patiently: "Drink, father, it will make your throat feel better."

After a while of stagnation, Grand Duke Yingwei opened his mouth and drank two sips of honey water. The cool and sweet liquid flowed through his throat, alleviating the discomfort.

Grand Duke Yingwei opened his eyes with difficulty. The high fever made his vision blur, but he could still tell that the person in front of him was Patch. He was silent for a moment, sighed and leaned on the pillow and muttered: "I really didn't expect that you would be by my side in the last moment of life."

Patch shook his head and said, "What are you talking about? Father, I am your son."

"Yes... I only have a son like you." Grand Duke Yingweid's tone was mixed, lonely and complicated. He stretched out his dry skin hand, gently put his shoulder on Patch's shoulder, and said in a sad tone, "Patch, in your heart, am I a good father?"

Patch nodded heavily and said, "Yes."

"Ha, you're lying." Grand Duke Invey put his shoulder on Patch, stroked the rank of brigadier general on his shoulder, and sighed, "If I were a good father, I shouldn't leave my family's head down, and I should take care of you more. I shouldn't use the power of the family to directly give you the brigadier general. I shouldn't turn a blind eye when you bully others with your identity. I should say earlier that you should take care of you when you use your power to point fingers at your retainers, and you should take care of you when you stone the kitten and laugh happily..."

Patch closed his eyes tightly, his body trembling with sadness, and he said tremblingly: "Did I disappoint you, Father."

Grand Duke Invede lay on the bed with a loss, staring at the ceiling and said lonely: "To be honest, yes, I'm very disappointed. You should know that my ambition is no less than Commander-in-Chief Agronso. I look forward to the family being able to control the entire Federation one day, but when I see the gap between you and Brigadier General Novena, I know that this wish is about to fail."

"Commodore Novena is the star in the sky. I have been thinking, maybe Commander-in-Chief Agronso saved the world in his previous life, maybe he was Roosevelt, Lincoln, or Washington in his previous life, and his contribution was too great, so fate in this life gave him a gift, a gift named Novena."

"And what about me, ha, maybe I was Hitler, Mussolini, or some other war criminal in my previous life. My destiny wanted me to pay off my past sins in this life, so I gave you to me."

"You ask me if I am very disappointed with you. Yes, Patch, very disappointed. I don't want to lie to you. I am really disappointed with you." Grand Duke Yingwei looked at the lonely Patch, his eyes filled with disappointment and regret at the beginning, as if he was staring at something unclean, but slowly, this emotion became clear, putting aside all business and all sustenance, and only the kind eyes of a father looking at his son were left behind. "But so what? You are my son, my only son. No matter whether I am disappointed or hated, there will be no change. Our blood ties have long been doomed."

In silence, Grand Duke Yingweid's eyes narrowed slightly, as deep as the sea: "Pachy, I need you to answer my question, and answer it very seriously."

"Father, you said."

"Is your recent repentance true?" Grand Duke Yingwei looked straight into Patch's eyes, his eyes becoming as sharp as when he was young. "Are you really reforming and wanting to start from scratch for this family? Or just want to lie to me, and what are you secretly seeking?"

A series of belittlements and doubts made Patch unable to contain his emotions. He slapped himself hard, slapped him one after another, and cried: "Are I so unbearable in your heart?! Father?! I must be a villain, I cannot wake up. I must bully the weak, be cruel and ruthless as you think, and always be a waste. Only in this way can you be satisfied?! Ah?!"

Seeing Patch blew his face into blood and tears, tears tickled down, crying like the 5-year-old child who was still favored by him back then, Grand Duke Inveyed seemed to have something broken in his heart. He trembled with his hand and held Patch's wrist. Some transparent liquid appeared in his eyes. He said sorry to Patch for the first time in a sad tone of old age: "I'm sorry, Patch...I'm not a good father...I'm leaving soon, and some things are not enough to make up for, but at least you let me know that you are not a demon, that's good...that's good..."

"No, Father, I'm not a demon..." Patch gently held his father's dry hand and placed it on his face to rub it gently. Tears flowed into the gap in his skin, muttering in a trembling voice. However, without any signs, Patch suddenly began to exert force, and his hard fingers almost fell into the back of the Grand Duke Yingweid's hand, as if he was about to pierce it. He looked down at his father on the hospital bed, and the tenderness in his eyes disappeared. The hideous color was like a poison melting and spreading, and he said gloomyly, "I'm much scarier than the demon."

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