Chapter 161 Stubborn Father

• There were two kinds of people in the world: one, those who would repent and reflect on themselves for the evil they had committed; and two, those who would be consumed by hatred and fear of their victims getting payback, and never repent. My father was obviously the latter. He knew he had committed a grave sin against me, and he could never imagine me forgiving him. That was why he called me a devil. He had been preparing for the day of retribution.
• I should be laughing happily, seeing as he was crippled and on the brink of death. I used to imagine this day whenever he was abusing me, but I could not laugh when the moment finally came. I felt glee, pity, hatred, and a sliver of familial emotion toward him. I took a deep breath and suppressed all those feelings. I then took a cigarette out and smoked. "Still not repenting even when you're on your deathbed? If you apologize and admit that you should never have tortured me, I'll save you. I'll send you to the best hospital and make sure you don't have to worry about anything for the rest of your lives."
• His eyes were red from the agony, and his temples bulged. Veins popped on his forehead, and he was shivering in pain, but he said, "W-Why shouldn't I torture you? I'm your father! I gave you life! Of course I can do anything I want! I… I did nothing wrong! So what if I abused you?"