<h4>Chapter 257: Chapter 257: What’s That Got to Do with Me?</h4>


    "As for you wanting to be the rotting meat, that’s your own business, but my sister and I aren’t any flies," Su Zhe looked at her coldly, "and I suggest that since you’re such a happy family of three, at least try not to keep each other in the dark—don’t have one person call us back, and then another ask why we’re here."


    Su Zhe paused, then gave a sarcastic smile, "Do you think we wanted toe back? Do you think we have nothing better to do?"


    Zhu Xinyan swayed slightly, "What... what are you saying?"


    "I don’t repeat myself."


    "Are you saying... You mean, it was your dad... it was Su Yukan who asked you toe back?" Zhu Xinyan’s face was a picture of disbelief.


    Su Zhe still looked at her with an icy stare and said curtly, "Why don’t you go in first andpare notes with each other?"


    Zhu Xinyan’s face was still pale, and she was at a loss for words.


    Su Zhe didn’t have time to waste on her and pulled Su Lu along, heading inside.


    Zhao Tong didn’t want toe; the boy had always had a strong personality. He probably said something like: "I won’t go for now, I’ll go to the club to hang out with Ah Xi and the others. If that old man really wants to see me once you guys are there, we can talk then. I don’t think he’s that eager to see me."


    Su Lu was being stared at by Su Jiao, and she could feel the hatred in her sister’s eyes almost taking physical form and stabbing toward her.


    To tell the truth, if it wasn’t for not wanting Su Zhe to face this alone, Su Lu wouldn’t have wanted toe either.


    Inside the hospital room, a bed connected to numerous machines, with a humidifier on the bedside table gently puffing out white mist.


    The monitor was emitting a steady beeping sound.


    The person lying on the bed didn’t seem particrly pale or emaciated, but rather, due to swelling or middle-age weight gain, appeared somewhat bloated.


    He was connected to monitoring equipment, along with a catheter and intravenous drip.


    Bandages wrapped around his head signified he was a patient who had undergone craniotomy.


    Su Yukan’s eyes were open, staring intently at the doorway, watching them. His gaze was a bit murky, showing signs of his age.


    Thus, it is true that illness takes a heavy toll in one’s old age.


    Su Yukan fixed his gaze on them, but when he opened his mouth, he initially couldn’t make any sound. Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, and his facial expression seemed quite asymmetrical.


    Su Lu couldn’t help but nce at Su Zhe; although they had anticipated this to some extent, after all, cerebral hemorrhage was a well-known affliction, the severity of the disease varied greatly. Even the less severe cases often affected motor and coordination abilities, including speech.


    Su Yukan’s condition looked rather bad.


    He opened his mouth, and at first, no sound came out. Then it was just meaningless monosybles, "Uh... aah, ahh... ehhhm..."


    Watching Su Yukan like this, Su Lu felt somewhat dazed.


    The phrase "things have changed" might not usually be used this way, but sometimes, like now, Su Lu really wanted to apply it.


    Because it was all too fitting.


    Su Yukan had once been so imperious; Su Lu even felt that he had ruined her life. And now, such a many on a hospital bed, potentially on the verge of dying fromplications.


    Or maybe he would never recover, remaining like this for the rest of his life.


    It took quite a while before Su Yukan could finally produce some broken sybles,boriously trying to express himself.


    Zhu Xinyan had alreadyposed herself and walked back in, with Su Jiao following at her side.


    Zhu Xinyan had regained herposure and spoke in a detached tone after settling her emotions.


    "He is like this now. The doctor said that the hemorrhage has affected thenguage function area, so his ability to speak is impaired. Recovery is possible, but it will take time, and it might be hard to get back to normal," Zhu Xinyan said.


    Su Zhe stood in front of the hospital bed, calmly looking at the person on it.


    Sometimes it was hard to believe, hard to imagine that this man could be his father.


    The same blood running through his own veins was a reminder to Su Zhe, a constant wake-up call. It didn’t matter what kind of person he wanted to be, for he had no clear-cut goals or ideals in mind at the moment. However, he had always been crystal clear and firm about what he did not want to be—a person like Su Yukan.


    Su Lu listened to Su Yukan utter those difficult, garbled sybles.


    "Law...wyer," Su Yukan said, "Zheng... Lawyer."


    Su Yukan’s words made Zhu Xinyan’s facial expression increasingly ugly.


    Though Su Lu had no particr thoughts on the matter, seeing Zhu Xinyan’s expression grow worse—along with Su Jiao’s seemingly resentful demeanor towards her from the start—


    led Su Lu to guess blindly that this might have something to do with a will or property division.


    It was probably because it had to do with those things that Zhu Xinyan was so on edge. After all, she had been with Su Yukan for a lifetime; it would be naive to think it was all for love. More likely, it was for the benefits, or to put it another way, for thefortable life of a wealthy wife.


    Now that Su Yukan was falling apart, and he had immediately called back his eldest son with whom he’d had little contact for a long time,


    Zhu Xinyan, of course, could guess why.


    Su Lu genuinely wasn’t interested. Not to mention that she was Zhao Ying’s daughter and the scale of her mother’s business. Even if she belonged to no one, if she were just Su Lu, she had no interest in Su Yukan’s wealth.


    Su Zhe, it seemed, was also not particrly interested.


    "Oh," Su Zhe said indifferently, "when is Lawyer Zhenging?"


    "Er... ah... wait... ah... soon," Su Yukan struggled to speak, sweating profusely from his forehead.


    Meaning they had to wait for him?


    Su Lu nced at Zhu Xinyan and Su Jiao sitting on chairs in front of the bed, a stark contrast to the rxed demeanor of herself and her brother Su Zhe on the sofa.


    The mother and daughter sat upright as if facing a major crisis, their tension palpable.


    There was a clear divide between them.


    Because Lawyer Zheng had not yet arrived, the situation became quite awkward.


    Su Lu and Su Zhe didn’t want to talk to Zhu Xinyan and her daughter, and because they were present, Su Lu and Su Zhe didn’t feel like talking to each other either.


    It was Zhu Xinyan who couldn’t help but break the silence, her voice chilly and sarcastic.


    "I’ve been with him for decades, and to think that in the end, I’d amount to nothing. In the end, he’s still preupied with you," Zhu Xinyan nced at Su Zhe, then turned to Su Lu, "It’s one thing for him to be preupied with Su Zhe, being the eldest son, but why would he even bother calling back a bastard like you? What does it have to do with you?"


    Far from being annoyed, Su Luughed upon hearing this.


    She thought it was quite curious; it had been so many years since she’d heard Zhu Xinyan talk in such a peculiar tone.


    Not to say she missed it, but still... she couldn’t help but want tough upon hearing it again.


    So, with a chuckle in her voice, Su Lu said, "Indeed, what does it have to do with me? Ms. Zhu, you really must ask your husband. I’m quite curious about that myself."