My Alleged Husband

Chapter 944: Chapter 837 Terrifying

Old Master Zhang found out not long after about his own son sending his granddaughter-in-law to Qiqi Hospital. Even though the root cause of this event wasn’t Zhang Zhentian, he shifted all the blame onto his son. He felt that ever since his son and daughter-in-law moved back into the house, everything started to change. Everyone seemed different from how they used to be—some lived in constant fear, dreading any upheaval in the family, while others seemed overly happy and carefree. She truly didn’t know what to do anymore. But now it had all come to this—what was the reason behind everything?

Zhang Zhentian had known from the beginning that if there were any financial problems or domestic conflicts after his return to this household, his father would surely pin every ounce of blame on him without mercy. Every consequence was a result of his own actions, but who was there to resent or blame? Now he finally understood that none of this was as simple as he’d thought. Not long after, his father arranged to meet him, resolved to pile all the responsibility onto him. There was no way for him to argue back; he could only silently bear this unforeseen burden, take it upon himself, shoulder it alone. He had no way out, and no one he could confide in about his struggles.

”Zhentian, I must admit, having you back in this house as your father made me very happy, truly delighted. At least you were willing to stay here for us. But now, the outcome of your return has thrown this house into chaos. Everything is a mess. Do you think this kind of life is what either of us wanted? All I ever wanted was for everyone in this house to live happily and peacefully. But think about it—since you came back, what has become of this family? It’s no longer a home. It’s disorganized and messy.”

”I’m not here today to tell you to leave this house immediately. I just hope you and your wife can take some time to really think things through—figure out what needs to be done to bring peace back to this household. I want this family to stop being hurt by anyone or anything, so everyone can live steadily and peacefully.”

”Dad, are you saying that everything happening today is because we came back? So now you want to place all the blame on us, make us bear the pressure of public opinion? Have you ever considered that your actions, while protecting what you call your family, are pushing your own son onto the edge of disaster? What do you even see me as? We begged and pleaded, desperate for your forgiveness so we could move back in. I won’t deny that since I returned, a lot of things have happened in this household—things that were inevitable. After all, for so many years, we haven’t lived here with you. How could we instantly blend in after our return? We need time to adapt, and so do all of you. But why, as soon as problems arise, do you pile all the blame onto us? Have you already decided we’re just scapegoats to be vilified at your convenience?”

”You’re my father. You should understand how proud I am, both in my actions and my character. I’ve never felt subject to anyone’s whims or judgments. Yet now, you, my own father, are pinning all this blame on me—what can I even say? I have no way to change things. No way to argue back. All of this is something I must bear alone. Do you know how much I longed for, yearned for, the chance to return to this household? How shamelessly I begged for your forgiveness, hoping you’d allow me to come back? Now that I’m here, what’s the outcome? None of you trust me. All of you think I returned only to seek personal gain from this family.”

”Is it because, back when I left, I abandoned the family’s interests during its most challenging times? That’s why you believe my return now must be driven by greed for this family’s possessions? If I were after profits, I could’ve easily built my own company from scratch outside. That wouldn’t have been an issue at all. All I wanted was to stay by your sides—to be near you.”

”I truly hope that one day, you won’t misinterpret me anymore. That you’ll stop thinking my return has some ulterior motive. I simply wished to come back—to blend in here, to be part of this family, to let you all know how much we genuinely care for you and miss you. I hoped we could express how deeply we’ve longed for this home over the years. But now, at every turn, things have devolved into this nightmare. It terrifies me. I can’t believe this is what my home has become. I can’t believe this is the outcome I desired the most. I’ve tried so hard, only to end up with this. For what? Is my effort truly going to amount to nothing?”

”Now you come to me, talking about your efforts being wasted. Now you speak of simply wanting to live with us in this house. But have you ever considered the pain and damage your previous actions brought to every member of this family? These old wounds—I truly don’t want to keep bringing them up again and again. But your actions have made it impossible for me to forget. Now, my granddaughter-in-law lies in the hospital, suffering from depression without rhyme or reason. If it weren’t for you returning, how would I have neglected her? How could my grandson’s wife end up in the hospital, in this manic state of insanity?”

”Can’t you think about the consequences of every single thing you’ve done? You’ve entered other people’s lives without consideration—do you think it hasn’t changed them? Do you believe your interference hasn’t affected those people’s lives in any way? They aren’t saints; they can’t endlessly endure suffering and keep waiting naively. They only know how painful life has been for them, again and again. Now things have escalated to this point, with no resolution in sight. Take a hard look and figure out what needs to be done. If something like this happens again, I won’t hesitate to kick you out of this house. You’ve disappointed me, and I can accept whatever you do to me—I don’t care. But you cannot harm my family!”