Lu Cheng stepped even closer, his voice dropping but growing heavier with emotion. "Your nephew is seriously ill. Is it too much to ask for you to show a little concern? To at least visit him once?"
For a moment, the air around them seemed to still.
Then Lu Yuze spoke.
"Concern?" he repeated softly, almost as if testing the word on his tongue.
His gaze hardened, the calm surface finally revealing something colder underneath.
"I remember Yuyan lying unconscious in a hospital ward for six months," he said, his voice steady but carrying clear weight. "Unconscious. Not knowing if she would wake up. My daughter fighting for her life while I stayed beside her."
His eyes moved from Lu Cheng to Lu Ting.
"Tell me… how many times did he come to see me?" he asked. "How many times did either of you come?"
Silence answered him.
The question needed no reply.
"What gives you the right," he continued, "to stand here and question me now?"
