Mo Yanbai stood up and asked, "There was not much record in the file when my father died. And you and Mo Chenyi rose step by step. In the end, you avoided it again. Over the years, you disappeared without a trace. How could I believe you?"

Uncle Liang smiled bitterly and finally stood up.

He looked open and said, "What do you want to ask, just ask."

"Why did my father die? Did you and Mo Chenyi frame him?" Mo Yanbai asked, and every word asked, there was a bone-thought pain.

He hated himself for why he hadn't discovered his father's death for so many years.

When he was young, he trusted all the elders around him and everyone in the Mo family.

But when I grew up, I realized that the facts were not that simple.

If some truth is not found out, he knows that his heart will never be peaceful in his life.

Uncle Liang looked at him. Mo Yanbai in front of him was no longer such a small child named Xiaobai when he had just left.

He grew up, became sensible, understood a lot, and had the style of Mo Chenyi.

Now, what he wants to investigate should have a conclusion and result.

Uncle Liang smiled and said, "Xiaobai, you are right. Your father is indeed dead at my hands."

Mo Yanbai's pupils shrank and his throat choked.

Uncle Liang curled his smile and continued, "I killed him. When we were carrying out the mission together, we fought side by side as usual. At that time, he was originally an undercover agent, but he was seriously injured when he completed the mission with us. The task was very difficult at that time, and we were all exhausted, but we could not complete the mission. Later, when we were arresting the last enemy together, I accidentally killed him. He died in front of me, and I watched him die... Although this was my unintentional mistake, he died in my hands. I killed my brother with my own hands, and no matter what, I deserve it."

"Now that you find me, there is no need to hide it anymore. This incident has tortured me for so many years, and when I say it, I feel relieved. Xiaobai, it is me that I am sorry for you, which has caused you to lose your father, your family, and your biological mother. I have no belongings, and I have caused you to suffer so much psychological trauma since you were a child..."

"So, punish me as much as you want!"

Uncle Liang told everything, showed a relieved smile on his face, closed his eyes, and waited for Mo Yanbai's decisions as if he were home.

Mo Yanbai's heart was messed up by his words, so his father's death was really done by him, and everything was done by him!

It is impossible for him to die so easily in exchange for forgiveness now!

Mo Yanbai punched him.

Uncle Liang was knocked to the ground, but he did not resist at all.

"I owe you this to you. I killed your father and never took care of you. No matter how you treat me, it should be..." Uncle Liang's calm face was not at all angry, only guilt, self-blame and deep regret.

But the less he resisted, the simpler he faced this matter, the less Mo Yanbai wanted to forgive him.

A life and a family were destroyed. In his opinion, it was such a simple thing. If he died like this, wouldn’t it be a good idea to him?
Chapter completed!