My Alleged Husband

Chapter 951: Chapter 844: Going Mad

”Child, actually, I do not deal with endless affairs every day, nor am I as busy as you imagine. All I want is for your family to be happy, all I want is for your mother to recover her health. Perhaps right now everything I say feels like pure wishful thinking to you, and you won’t believe a single word I say.

Child, could you try trusting your father just a little—just a little trust is enough. You should believe that no matter the time or place, I would never cause any harm to my wife.

Perhaps, in your eyes, every word I say as your father is unreliable. Maybe it’s because I’ve never kept my word. But do you understand how much I have loved your mother all these years? For her, I have sacrificed so much. Whenever there is something she desires, I do everything in my power to give it to her. Isn’t that enough? What more do you want me to do for your mother?

I don’t want to say anything more, nor do I have any right to criticize your mother or judge her, to say that she is ungrateful. Everyone has moments of greed. Everyone always hopes for more of what they have—but no one is a Saint. Is it truly better to have more and more of what you desire? If you obtain those things, can you hold onto them tightly in your grasp for the rest of your life? That’s simply impossible!”

”Dad, why do you still think that every word I say stems from selfish motives? Have you not fully understood the meaning behind my words yet? Can you stop distorting my words so decisively, stop twisting the facts over and over again, and stop using your so-called definitions to evaluate everyone’s life? Everyone treads a different path—we should each live our lives peacefully, shouldn’t we? Why must everything be made so exhausting? Why must things always be tangled up in confusion, over and over again?

Right now, you shouldn’t be thinking about anything else—the one thing you should focus on is taking care of Mom and making sure she lives a healthy life. Everything you do should bring happiness and joy to your family. But if you keep adopting this suspicious attitude toward everyone, do you think you can bring happiness to your mother? Can you make her illness suddenly improve? And then what? If her illness improves, will she end up lonely and isolated again? You’ve already said it yourself: if I don’t have time, you’ll stay here to accompany Mom. So remember what you said today.

Child, it hasn’t been easy for our family to reach where we are today—this has been achieved through our own efforts and the support of each member of the family. Why adopt this tone of suspicion toward everyone?

You laugh now, but you don’t understand how difficult it is to build a family. Even if building a family may seem easy, maintaining peace within the family is extraordinarily hard. Why always choose suspicion? Instead of doubting everyone because of their perceived mistakes, isn’t it true that, in the end, every effort is made with the simple hope of making one’s family happy, content, and relaxed?

If you could doubt others less and show them more care, wouldn’t this world be a lot less chaotic? People’s desires are truly very simple, but you always make everything so passive, so that everyone has to live their lives with constant worry. Is this the kind of life everyone wants? Have you ever truly cared about whether your own family can bear this kind of turmoil? You repeatedly think your opinions are correct. So tell me, what makes you any different from me? We’re family, and yet, aren’t our approaches to doing things supposed to be the same?

We’re father and son, and that relationship is an undeniable fact, regardless of time or place. The way we handle situations, the way we look at matters, the way we treat everyone—including our own family members—should be fundamentally the same. There shouldn’t be any significant discrepancy. So why do you think that everything I’ve done, all the mistakes I’ve made, are for selfish reasons rather than for your benefit?”

Ran Zhihan didn’t know why, but hearing her husband and her son arguing, talking like this because of her, made her suddenly feel as though she were losing her mind. She reached out and gripped someone with her hands—she was scared. She didn’t want these two people standing here. She felt as though their presence created an overwhelming sense of pressure, making it hard for her to breathe. She hated this feeling.

Zhang Yichen saw his wife suddenly change, as if she were a completely different person—this version of her felt foreign to him. Just how much stress had he unknowingly inflicted on her to bring her to this state? How many times had he failed his wife, driving her to this breaking point where she seemed ready to lash out at everyone in a frenzy? Was he truly incapable of bringing her happiness, of bringing her comfort? As her husband, just how badly had he let her down? If he had only chosen to stay by her side back then, even if it meant saying just a single word, would things now be better than they are?

Zhang Ni watched his mother spiral into madness and confusion, and his heart ached deeply—it clenched with pain. This was his mother, someone he would never bear to hurt, and now she had turned into this version of herself. Who should take responsibility for this? No one truly knew what they were doing or why—they just kept doing whatever it took to keep the family running. But now all these choices, all these actions, lay starkly in front of their eyes, revealing the harm they’d caused their family. Had his grandparents not come back to the house, would his mother be different? Would the family have been able to live on peacefully? When had all this started to change, and why did the change come so suddenly, leaving him with no way to respond, no clear direction, no answers? What a colossal upheaval—it was the kind of experience he felt he never wanted to go through again. All he wished for now was for his mother to live a steady, stable life, to recover her old self—that would be enough...