I can make the choice, but I can't have it made for me, can I?
A single question, and everyone around him could feel the profound sorrow in Jiang Donghua's heart.
To be pushed by the hands of his own beloved younger brother—the pain and bewilderment in that moment must have been immense.
And indeed, to this day, Jiang Dongcheng still remembered Jiang Donghua's expression after he was pushed. That look of heartache mixed with worry was a nightmare that would haunt Jiang Dongcheng forever.
"Why not? It's death either way! What's wrong with you dying in my place?"
Jiang Dongcheng had completely lost it. He scrambled up from the ground, mustering what little courage he had left and stepping forward.
Behind him, Jiang Xia stopped the wheelchair and moved to stand in front of Jiang Donghua.
"There's no need."
Jiang Donghua raised a hand, stopping Jiang Xia. His gaze was clear and commanding as he looked fearlessly at the now-standing Jiang Dongcheng.
