Mr.CEO Looks Exactly the Same as My Son!-Chapter 815: A Fire Broke Out

"Grandma stayed here for over a month before she said she wanted to go back. At that time, Linlin relied heavily on Grandma and insisted on going to Hua Country with her. I’ve mentioned before that Linlin was the family’s treasure since childhood and was spoiled. When her parents wouldn’t let her go, she made a fuss and refused to eat. In the end, there was no choice but to agree."

"We arranged for someone to send her back to Hua Country with Grandma, and then..." The tone paused here for a moment. After a while, once the emotions settled, he continued, "And then... they never came back."

"We learned about my sister’s news a little over a month later from one of the bodyguards who came back. They said they were targeted by the company’s enemies on the way back. A few days later, they found Grandma’s house and set it on fire at night. Grandma died in that accident, and as for my sister..."

"By the time we got there, the house was already a ruin. In a water tank outside the house, we only found the doll Linlin loved and a few lollipops."

Recalling this, he let out a long sigh. Reflecting back, when he and his father went to Hua Country and he saw Grandma’s house, he was completely panicked. When Grandma’s body was carried out, it was unrecognizable. Like a madman, he rushed directly into the ruins and started digging with his bare hands.

He kept calling Linlin’s name until his voice turned hoarse, but there wasn’t a single response from the soft-spoken little girl.

At that moment, how he wished for a dirty little girl to suddenly run out from some corner of the ruins, smiling with crescent eyes, standing behind him and softly calling, "Duoduo."

After the incident happened, the mother didn’t want to face the truth. She even obsessively believed that if Grandma had not gone to France at that time, then Linlin would not have disappeared.

As a result, she didn’t even attend Grandma’s funeral and, up until now, refuses to even look at that country, afraid of touching upon her grief.

...

"That’s roughly how it went." Even though Ling Haoyu spoke lightly, Beichen Rui could see the emotions surging in his eyes. Rui lightly pressed his lips together and said, "With so many years of no results, you shouldn’t hold much hope."

Ling Haoyu remained silent, his eyes lowered slightly. After a few seconds, he looked up, his eyes devoid of earlier emotions, replaced with a faint indifference, "I know, but I will still search wholeheartedly."

Beichen Rui: "Perhaps, she might still be in this world."

Ling Haoyu turned his head, quietly staring at him for a long time. Both men remained silent, with a faint smile always on Beichen Rui’s face. Realizing he had been looking at him for quite some time, he finally withdrew his gaze, "Maybe."

The atmosphere became somewhat heavy. Ling Haoyu stood up and walked to the window... Yes, perhaps. He had been searching for nearly twenty years. Many people told him to give up, but he just refused to accept the fact that she was gone.

Beichen Rui also stood up, but he didn’t walk towards him. Instead, he walked towards the table, stopping less than half a meter away, his gaze once again falling on the photo frame.

"Sorry for telling you so much, not knowing if you wanted to hear it."

"It’s fine." Absently replying, his gaze fixated straight at the little girl in the photograph, comparing her to an image in his mind...