Did Miss Mo counterattack today?

Chapter 420 An An's Experience Over the Years
Mo Shengwen's complexion changed, he only felt his blood surge up, and he coughed a few times.

The butler quickly reached out, patted his back, and said, "Old man, do you want to continue?"

This is just what one person said, and this servant only took care of Mo An'an recently.Compared with other people, what she saw and knew was probably just a drop in the bucket.

He was afraid that if he continued talking, the old man would not be able to bear it.

Mo Shengwen waved his hands, slowly stopped coughing, and said, "Continue talking!"

He must find out the truth of the matter and stop being deaf and dumb.

The butler pointed to another servant, "You, say."

Before the servant could speak, his legs were already weak, and he knelt straight on the ground with a plop, "Master, all the things are done by Miss Fourth, it's none of my business, really none of my business."

"..."

This reaction has already explained everything.

This servant took care of Mo An'an for the longest time, almost from when Mo An'an was a child until he was a teenager.

And she knows the most.

What came out of her mouth was also the creepiest story.

Listening to those narrations, Mo Shengwen's heart trembled a little, and his eye sockets moistened a little.

He seemed to have seen little An'an being left alone in a dark room all these years. It was a trivial matter to go hungry, but to be bullied like that.

And his grandfather, who lived in the front house, ignored her, even treated her coldly.

After listening to the story, the butler dismissed the servants, and when he came back, he saw Mo Shengwen kneeling in front of Mo Ling's tablet. The old man who was always in good spirits looked so helpless with his head drooping at this moment.

"Old man." The butler hurried over and bent over to support him.

Mo Shengwen was already in tears, "Housekeeper, what have I been doing all these years?"

Regret at the beginning, heart like a knife.

Little An'an, whom Mo Ling bought with his life, stayed in the world, but encountered such a terrible and cruel situation.

As a bystander, it was unbearable just to listen to it, not to mention that she had to endure so much at such a young age.

"Alas..." the butler sighed, his eyes were also dimmed with tears, "It's really hard for Miss San."

"No wonder, no wonder she hates me so much." Mo Shengwen finally understood the reason.

If it was him, I'm afraid it would be hard to forgive in the next life.

Although he didn't do these things himself, he was tantamount to an accomplice.

How could he have the face to face his dead daughter?

Looking at Mo Ling's photo, Mo Shengwen felt that there was no place to put his face.

He was trembling, and asked the housekeeper to support him, "Housekeeper, take me to the backyard, I'm going to see where she lives!"

"Old man..." The butler was worried, afraid that he would not be able to bear it.

"I'm fine, take me there, I want to see for myself." Mo Shengwen's voice was trembling, and his body was trembling too.

"Yes." The butler led him to the backyard through the side door without disturbing anyone.

The sun in the back yard is not as good as that in the front yard, so it is much more humid here, and there is not much space in the utility room, surrounded by messy things.There was only a small space left for a narrow wooden bed covered with a dirty dark quilt.

The housekeeper said: "The servant who takes care of the third lady said that this is where the third lady lives."

Mo Shengwen's footsteps swayed and he almost fell.

The housekeeper helped him to sit down by the bed, and Mo Shengwen looked at the narrow bed that could only accommodate one person, feeling extremely sad.

(End of this chapter)