Senior Master Xiang closed his eyes and waved his hand. Tears slipped down his cheeks, his expression was sorrowful, and his voice choked, “I have failed Jiechao’s mother… She gave her life to give birth to my son, I failed to educate him properly, did not teach our granddaughter well…”

Years ago, during the earthquake in Jiang City, he was assigned by his superiors to go there for disaster relief.

At that time, his wife was the director of Obstetrics and had been pregnant for over seven months.

The hospital where his wife worked was also required to rush to Jiang City to aid in disaster relief.

His wife told him that she was not feeling well and her hospital director also advised against her participating in the disaster relief efforts due to her pregnancy.

But he did not concur.

He told his wife that as his wife, she should lead by example.

Everyone knew disaster relief was dangerous. If the wife of the leader didn’t go to the frontline, what would people say?

Pregnant women in rural areas still work in the fields until they give birth, his wife had more than two months to go before delivery, why couldn’t she work?

His wife had always been obedient and submissive to him, she immediately applied to her Director and went with him to Jiang City for disaster relief.

He did not expect that, in Jiang City, his wife would give birth prematurely due to exhaustion.

The child weighed only a bit over a pound and a half and nearly didn’t survive.

His wife had massive bleeding after childbirth. The medical conditions were poor, and she almost lost her life.

They barely managed to save her life, but she contracted a long term illness and died after languishing on a sickbed for several years.

He and his wife were childhood sweethearts, soulmates made for each other.

He loved his wife deeply.

After his wife passed away, he was devastated.

Had he not insisted on his wife joining the disaster relief work in Jiang City, she wouldn’t have given birth prematurely or died young.

He killed the wife he loved the most.

After his wife’s death, he had no intention of remarrying. He just wanted to devote himself to raising his only son, Pingan.

However, during one mission, he was severely wounded and hospitalized.

Just when he was about to be discharged from the hospital after recovering, he was trapped in a scheme by a nurse’s family, and the two ended up in bed together.

If he had been schemed by the nurse, he could have shot her dead.

He deeply loved his wife, and had planned to stay committed to her for a lifetime.

However, the nurse was also a victim of her family’s scheme.

In those times, a woman without her purity only had a dead end. If he didn’t marry that nurse, she could only choose death.

Seeing the nurse crying miserably, his heart softened, and he agreed to marry her.

Since he married her, even without love, he had to fulfill his duty as a husband.

That nurse subsequently bore him two daughters.

He had one son and two daughters, a granddaughter, a grandson, and two granddaughters.

Looking at them now, they had all gone astray.

None of them succeeded.

Thinking of his deceased wife, the future of the Xiang Family, he felt sorrow creeping in, unable to suppress it. He lost his composure in front of these younger generations, which was Gu Junzhu and the others.

Tears slid down his face; feeling it, he quickly turned his head, wiped his tears, clenched his jaws, refusing to show any signs of weakness.

He was already at such an old age, crying in front of the younger generation, he was indeed regressing.

If the other old fellows found out in the future, they would laugh him to death.

He forcibly suppressed his internal sorrow, opened his eyes, and gave Gu Junzhu a weak smile, “Xiao Zhu, Yunlin, Xiao Fei, your Uncle Xiang has lost his temper, making a fool of himself in front of you youngsters.”

Gu Junzhu chuckled and shook his head, “I understand.”