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Da Shewan watched with satisfaction as Grandpa slowly swallowed the food in his mouth, a cruel smile curling at the corners of his lips. He then hurled the lunchbox to the ground, its contents scattering across the floor. As Da Shewan surveyed the mess, his smile grew colder.
He lifted his foot and stomped down hard on the scattered food, producing a chilling sound. Each step was filled with immense force, crushing the food into a pulp that mixed with the dust and grime on the floor. The thick sauce and rice grains were ground into a mush beneath his shoe, creating a nauseating noise, while broken pieces of meat and vegetables were trampled into a wreck, releasing an even more pungent odor.
As Da Shewan continued to stomp on the food, he muttered under his breath, "You old fool, I even gave you food to eat, and you dare spit it out!" His steps grew heavier, each one fueled by endless rage, as if he intended to vent all his anger on the food. His shoe sank deep into the mixture with every lift, leaving behind sticky traces before he stomped down again.
Da Shewan looked at it all with satisfaction and said softly, "Grandpa... you’re doing nothing now; you don’t need that much nutrition in a day, do you? Just look at this rice... I’m not giving it to you."
After saying this, he paused as if amused by himself and suddenly burst into laughter. The sound was filled with madness and cruelty, as if every note mocked Grandpa's helplessness and suffering. Da Shewan's laughter echoed in the room, carrying an endless terror and despair.
Grandpa watched the scene before him, filled with an indescribable fear and hopelessness. A glimmer of despair shone in his eyes as he helplessly gazed at the trampled food on the ground. His body trembled from fear as he sat powerless in his wheelchair, feeling a bone-chilling cold. The crushed food mixed with dust and dirt emitted a stench that nearly suffocated him.
Da Shewan's laughter rang incessantly in Grandpa's ears, laden with malice and mockery, as if each sound proclaimed Grandpa's powerlessness and despair. Grandpa's heart was filled with fear and pain; he knew he could not resist or escape this hellish situation.
Da Shewan then slowly crouched down until his face was close to Grandpa's, his eyes glinting with cold malice. A cruel smile played on his lips as he whispered, "Grandpa... this is my first warning... and my last. You better not make any noise for a while... If you want to live, just sit here quietly."
Fear and despair filled Grandpa's gaze; his body trembled slightly as he leaned weakly against the wheelchair. Da Shewan’s face drew closer, his breath cold enough to send chills straight to Grandpa’s core.
Da Shewan continued slowly and cruelly, "I want Haohao... If Haohao feels even slightly uncomfortable or thinks I’m not good enough... not perfect enough... or if my family makes him uncomfortable in any way, I will have no mercy in dealing with them... do you understand?"
His voice was low and threatening, laced with coldness and murderous intent. A glimmer of despair shone in Grandpa's eyes; he knew he could not escape Da Shewan's control and could only silently endure it all. Da Shewan’s gaze was icy and merciless, as if he could tear him apart at any moment.
Grandpa nodded weakly, his eyes filled with fear and resignation. His body trembled from extreme terror; every word from Da Shewan felt like a sharp blade piercing his heart.
Da Shewan looked at Grandpa's helpless state with satisfaction, a colder smile creeping across his lips. He slowly stood up, gazing down at Grandpa's trembling body, his tone laced with a cruel delight. "Remember, Grandpa, if you disappoint me, I will make you pay a far more painful price than now."
With that, Da Shewan turned and walked toward the door, casting a satisfied glance at the chaos on the floor before opening the door and stepping outside. The door slammed shut behind him, plunging the room back into silence, save for Grandpa's helpless groans echoing in the air. In that moment, Grandpa felt an overwhelming sense of despair and pain; he knew he could not escape this hell and could only silently endure the torment and humiliation brought upon him by Da Shewan.
The instant Da Shewan left the room, Grandpa's stomach churned violently, and he suddenly vomited. The remnants of food mixed with gastric juices emitted a nauseating odor. Weakly leaning against his wheelchair, he felt a bone-chilling coldness wash over him. Tears streamed down his wrinkled face, and the sorrow mingled with his tears made his heart ache like a knife.
He could not understand why his grandson had turned out this way. He painfully recalled the past, trying to find the reason behind Da Shewan's drastic change in character. Did the pain of losing his mother twist his psyche? Yet he remembered that Da Shewan had not always been like this; he had once been a good boy, full of sunshine and vitality.
However, the current Da Shewan was filled with coldness and cruelty. He showed no mercy to his grandfather; every movement was infused with endless anger and hatred. The more Grandpa thought about it, the more his heart hurt; he could not comprehend what had made Da Shewan so heartless.
Tears continued to flow down his cheeks, filling him with boundless sadness and despair. He had once believed that his grandson would become a good person with a bright future, but now everything had been destroyed. His heart was heavy with regret and helplessness; he could not change reality and could only silently bear all this pain.
Grandpa's body trembled from grief, tears soaking through his clothing. He knew he could not escape this hellish situation and could only endure the torment and humiliation inflicted by Da Shewan. Yet within his heart remained a glimmer of love and hope for his grandson, even though that hope had become faint and shattered.
The room was thick with a heavy atmosphere as Grandpa's helpless groans and the sound of dripping tears filled the air. In that moment, he felt immense despair and pain, his heart brimming with nostalgia for the past and fear for the future. Tears slid down his cheeks as he sat powerless in his wheelchair, silently enduring it all.
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