One Child Two Treasures: The Billionaire Chief’s Good Wife Chapter 1173 - Mommy, I Am Sorry I Was Unable To Protect You.

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The scar-faced man smiled and continued. "Young chap, you sure have a backbone despite your young age!"

In his heart, he admired this lad for not giving in despite all the suffering he had to endure.

"Behave, okay? Don't move about!"

He warned him before releasing the chains binding the latter's hands.

With his hands released, Mu Yichen collapsed to the floor, completely beaten. Forget about his strength to fight back, his hands were so numb that he could not feel or even lift them up.

Having been chained for such a long time, the skin on his wrists broke. They were badly mangled and mutilated.

The scar-faced man hefted him up and, opening the cell, threw him inside gently.

Yun Shishi was stunned. It seemed that this man was no longer making things difficult for them.

"You…"

"Shut up! Behave!"

The scar-faced man walked over and released the manacles from one of her hands.

The moment the manacles were removed, she hurriedly brought her son to her embrace.

She lowered her head to look at him. Her child was barely breathing, almost a if he were on the brink of death.

After four hours of being tortured, he no longer had the strength to even hug his mommy in his current state.

He could only bury his face slightly in her embrace as he spoke in a faint voice. "Mommy…"

"Mommy is here; mommy is here…"

His eyelids drooped and he mumbled sadly, "Yichen didn't manage to protect mommy. I'm sorry… so sorry, mommy…"

Hearing his words, she felt as if her heart had been punctured. Heartbroken, her trembling hands hugged him tighter as tears began to drip down the boy's face.

The boy raised his gaze and tried to reach out to wipe his mother's tears. He struggled for a while, but it proved to be futile as he could not exert even an ounce of strength.

He choked on his sobs weakly, as though something were stuck in his throat. "Mommy, please don't cry, okay?"

Her tears continued to fall on his face. The misery he felt now was even more painful than if he had been whipped a hundred times.

His pleas only made her more heartbroken.

Why was he apologizing to her?

She should be the one feeling remorse.

She should be the one apologizing to him!

She had implicated him.

Her implication of this child caused him to go through such a grave ordeal.

Her heart hurt so much that it was almost in shreds. She hugged him tightly as her unabated tears fell from her eyes in devastation.

The boy raised his quivering right hand and hugged her waist, but he no longer had the strength to utter another word.

The scar-faced man locked the cell and stood by the door, watching the scene unfold in front of him. His face was one of nonchalance, but his heart undulated violently.

Anyone with a heart would be moved by what he saw.

He refused to be honest, but his heart was secretly aching because of this moving scene.

It was not because of anything else.

He was a father to a girl, too, so his heart undoubtedly hurt!

The woman lowered her head, only to see the scabbing wounds all over her son's body. This body was truly littered with cuts and bruises.

There was not an unharmed spot on his body.

Perhaps, because his body was covered in blood, she could not tell clearly the number of wounds on his body.

The boy's face had already been soaked in cold sweat, and his eyes were stained with blood and sweat. Ultimately, it was a horrendous sight.

Her lips trembled every time she saw a wound on his body. She felt that her heart being torn apart and she could barely breathe!

"Do you have any medicine there?"

She raised her head and looked at the scar-faced man. She relinquished her pride and asked piteously, "Can you please give me some? His wounds are deep; if they aren't treated in time, they can become inflamed!"