Chapter 833: Send Him Away (Part 3)

Jiang Hai reached out to embrace her, supporting her as she sat on the sofa nearby. He crouched in front of her and said in a low voice, "Veya, I need to discuss something with you. I intend to temporarily send Asheng somewhere else, so he can recover well there and also have some time to calm down."

Perhaps with time, some things might be let go.

"Send him somewhere else?" Veya was taken aback, "Where?"

"The small island where we stay every year," Jiang Hai replied.

Veya frowned, "Would Asheng be willing to go if we do this? We can’t just force him to go, can we?"

"Given the current situation, whether he’s willing or not is no longer an option." Jiang Hai held her hand and said hoarsely, "I don’t want him to become another Tan Yan; what happened to Tan Yan back then already dealt me a huge blow."

On hearing this, Veya’s gaze grew even duller, her face full of melancholy, "Recently, I’ve noticed that Asheng is very happy, a kind of happiness I’ve never seen before. If we really send him to the island, isn’t that akin to hiding him away? In doing so, both of them will suffer, not just Asheng alone."

"Tan Yan was like this back then too, but in the end..." He stopped abruptly, his voice choked with emotion, "Veya, we don’t have a choice anymore, consider it as fate being cruel to them both."

The atmosphere suddenly grew silent, with a faint sense of oppression.

Unable to imagine the consequences of losing her son, Veya nevertheless compromised.

She said, "Asheng is still very weak right now. We should at least wait a bit before letting him leave."

"We can’t wait any longer. I’ll talk to him myself; I’ve already made arrangements with the people on the island. When Asheng gets there, someone will take care of him; everything will be fine," Jiang Hai said calmly.

He’s made up his mind about this; no one can change it.

It’s better to cut through the mess quickly rather than drag things out. If the two of them meet, the outcome is sure to be one of staying put.

Seeing that he had arranged everything, Veya slowly closed her eyes.

Resolute in her heart, she opened her eyes, looking at him determinedly, "Do as you see fit, I will support you."

Asheng is still young; even if he doesn’t understand now, he will one day understand their intentions.

Time will dilute everything, being cut off now before deeper emotions develop is better than future pain.

"You haven’t rested these past two days, go rest for a while. I’ll go check on Asheng," Jiang Hai wiped the tears from her face and said softly.

Veya nodded, "Speak to him kindly, don’t..."

"Don’t worry, he’s my son. What hurts him, hurts me more," Jiang Hai interrupted her, gently.

Veya felt at ease, got up and went to her room to freshen up.

Jiang Hai washed up briefly and then went to Jiang Yisheng’s room.

Stepping into the room, he saw the elderly Mrs. Jiang guarding the bedside.

"Mom."

The old Mrs. Jiang turned at the sound, seeing his haggard face, feeling both heartache and frustration.

These father and son are both stubborn, asking anything yielded no words.

They truly make her, an old woman, furious.

There, Jiang Yisheng had already awoken, leaning against the bed, with two pillows supporting his back to avoid the wounds.

On hearing Jiang Hai’s voice, he involuntarily lowered his head.

"Mom, I’d like to talk with Asheng for a while," Jiang Hai said warmly.

The old Mrs. Jiang looked at Jiang Yisheng, then at him, warning, "Let me tell you, if you dare lay a finger on Asheng again, you’ll be sorry."

Knowing he’d been too harsh, scaring them all, Jiang Hai nodded, "Won’t happen again."

Only then did Mrs. Jiang feel satisfied, as Jiang Hai helped her out.

As the door closed, Jiang Yisheng felt a tremor in his heart.

Footsteps approached gradually, the chair by the bed was pulled away, and Jiang Hai sat down.

He looked up at him, his delicate face showing an unnatural pallor, "Hungry?"

Jiang Yisheng shook his head almost imperceptibly.

"Do you hate me?" Jiang Hai asked again.

Jiang Yisheng still shook his head.

After a while, he moved his thin lips, his voice hoarse, "Dad, I know you mean well for me, I don’t blame you."

A glimmer of comfort flashed across Jiang Hai’s eyes as he glanced at his neck, "That necklace is..."

Jiang Yisheng instinctively gripped the pendant, evidently caring about the necklace.

In that instant, Jiang Hai seemed to see the model of a little violin he guarded as a child. He said softly, "Don’t worry, I don’t intend to take your necklace."

On hearing this, Jiang Yisheng didn’t feel relieved; his father was too calm, making him more uneasy.

As expected, Jiang Hai suddenly said, "Asheng, let’s discuss something."

Jiang Yisheng remained silent, finally looking up at him.

"You’re injured now, I plan to send you to the island that your mom and I often go to for some recovery time, what do you think?" Jiang Hai asked.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yisheng’s heart sank, sending him to the island?

Whether it’s for recovery or other intentions, he wasn’t foolish; he could guess.

"Asheng, your mom knows about this too. We won’t force you for now; just go to the island for some time. You’re still young, and there are things that need careful thought. If you insist on maintaining your decision, we’ll sever our father-son relationship," Jiang Hai was resolute, laying down the harsh words.

Jiang Yisheng trembled, looking at him in disbelief.

"Dad, you..."

Even being beaten was less painful than hearing this.

"Asheng, I let you have your way with everything else, but not this. I can’t let you act willfully," Jiang Hai said sternly, keeping his gaze fixed on him.

"Have you thought about the consequences of your willfulness? I, your mom, your grandma, your grandpa, so many people would be saddened by your recklessness."

"Are you planning to anger your grandma and others to death?"

Jiang Yisheng clutched the blanket, his expression changed.

"I’ve had everything arranged on the island. If you agree, you’ll leave in two hours," Jiang Hai said.

After speaking, he stood up, gave him a glance, and walked out.

"Bang—"

The sound of the door closing came, and Jiang Yisheng still didn’t react.

He looked down at the necklace on his neck, his eyes misting, vision gradually blurring.

This time, can he really not be willful?

He slowly closed his eyes, tears glistening at the corners.

At this moment, the pain in his back was far less than the pain in his heart.