Causing Enmity Between Father and Son

It was 3:00 PM when Wen Haowen rushed back to the Wen Family.

Ning Shuqian stood before the shelves of roses in the backyard. The pure-white petals of the roses were patterned with blood-red strands—beautiful, elegant, dignified, and alluring—just like the current Ning Shuqian, whose gentle, pretty face carried a red palm print, looking like a rose in full bloom in its most gorgeous colors.

Upon seeing him, her eyes filled up with misery, her eyelashes trembled tragically, and her slender waist which she strained to straighten was frail and weak—like a quivering flower petal resting on a branch which may fall with the slightest wind, needing help to support her. "Hao… Haowen…"

Tears fell before she could speak! The silent tears spoke of her suffering!