1187 The truth is out.

A sharp gleam flashed across Mu Lianjue's eyes as he stared at his unconscious father.

"Shut up!" howled Mu Yazhe.

Even his unconscious grandfather seemed to be startled by him; his eyelashes fluttered but there was still no sign of him waking up.

"Those are no excuses!"

"He he! Excuses?! What are excuses?!"

His fourth uncle stood up in anger. His hawk eyes were fixed on him as he pointed at Mu Sheng sinisterly. "He promised me back then that I'd be the heir to our family, but what happened in the end? What was the outcome?! Just because I'm a b*st*rd, this old man went back on his words and selected Mu Liancheng as his heir, instead! Why?! Was it because of your father getting the Jiangs' support through his marriage with Jiang Yishan, or was it because of his honorable status as the first wife' son?! Just because I'm a b*st*rd, I deserve to live humbly and be looked down upon?!"

He was boiling in rage as he uttered such words in a loud voice akin to a great explosion. "In terms of capability and finesse, in what way am I beneath him?! It's clear that I'm more outstanding than him and more qualified to get the inheritance rights! Just because I'm a b*stard, all my efforts are so easily vilified by this world! Why?! I ask you: Why?!"

"So you had my father killed." Mu Yazhe's raging emotion gradually calmed as he regarded his uncle coldly.

"That's right!" The older man gritted his teeth as his facial muscles twitched in wrath.

"Why did you do that?" interrogated his nephew. "My father was a peace-loving man. He'd definitely give up the family head position to you if you just asked!"

"Give up?!" He burst into laughter and his cold eyes glinted. "'Give up'?! What was that?! Was I a beggar? Was I so pathetic to need his pity and charity?! I didn't need him to give anything to me! The Mu inheritance rights were mine in the first place!"

The younger chap fell silent.

He suddenly laughed darkly. "Do you know how it felt then?! Why should the things I fought for with all my might be given to him so effortlessly?! Why were those, which I regarded as my life, be deemed as worthless by him?! Was he mocking me?!"

He had totally given himself to the dark side as he howled, "I didn't need his charity and pity! Not only did he rob me of my things, he didn't care about them at all; wasn't that a great insult to me?! He he! Besides having a slightly better life than me, in what ways was he superior to me?! Other than his status, what rights did he have to take all that belonged to me?!"

"Just because of this…" Mu Yazhe clenched his fists tightly as anger welled up in him. If he did not restrain himself with all his might, he would surely shoot this man to death!

His eyes narrowed dangerously.