"Chuyi, think about your mom, think about your dad, how can you just talk about severing ties so casually?"
The sincerity of his words nearly moved one to tears.
Xia Chuyi really couldn’t even bother to display a sarcastic expression.
For the first time, she learned just how many members of the Xia Family "cared for" her, "loved" her, "couldn’t bear to part with" her.
Xia Chengzong stood by with a dark expression, truly at a loss for words.
Suddenly, a loud and angry voice from Uncle Xia came from outside the Xia Family Courtyard.
"Uncle?" Xia Chuyi looked outside, and the onlookers immediately parted to create a path.
The furious figure of Uncle Xia, leaning on a walking stick, with Aunt Xia helping him, slowly made his way over.
The people of the main branch exchanged glances, wondering why Uncle Xia was making an appearance at this time.
Upon reaching Xia Chuyi, Uncle Xia looked at his niece with immense guilt and said, "Chuyi, I’m sorry, your uncle has come late."
He had avoided the situation after sending the message to Xia Chuyi, not wanting to witness his sister’s foolish decision.
When the Xia Family had come to invite him this morning, he had no intention of coming.
But just now, someone had sent him a message that Xia Chuyi was about to cut ties with the Xia Family, which greatly shocked him, prompting him to hurry over with the help of Aunt Xia.
"Chuyi, no matter what you decide to do, your uncle supports you," Uncle Xia spoke up, clearly stating his position.
The faces of the main branch immediately showed displeasure, especially Grandma Xia, who felt Uncle Xia was just adding to the chaos.
She raised her voice and said, "Niece Chuyi’s uncle, you might not be aware of what’s happened..."
Uncle Xia glanced at her, interrupting, "I don’t care what has happened, whatever Chuyi does, I am on her side."
Grandma Xia was taken aback but still decided to finish what she wanted to say, "Listen to me, it’s —your sister wants to adopt a son into the main branch so that her husband can have a descendant to carry on the family line."
"And this girl Chuyi, knowing this, fears someone will divide her inheritance from the second branch, and she absolutely refuses to agree."
"Now, she’s even using severing family ties as a threat to her mom!"
Grandma Xia simply interpreted Xia Chuyi’s reaction as being petulant and worried about her inheritance being divided.
At the same time, she was hinting to Uncle Xia not to just consider Xia Chuyi’s position, but also to take the position of his sister into account.
At this moment, Mother Xia, seeing her own brother arrive, had her tears of grievance surge forth once again.
"Brother..." She turned towards Uncle Xia, her voice filled with sorrow.
Seeing Mother Xia in this state, Uncle Xia couldn’t help but sigh before addressing her, "Sister, do you really have to adopt a son?"
He asked the critical question directly.
Mother Xia wiped her tears, glanced at him, and then answered in a low voice, "Brother, you know that not being able to provide a successor for your brother-in-law has always been my greatest regret."
"I never dared to hope or even think about adoption before."
"But a hundred years from now, if Chengzu and Chengzong could just remember to burn some paper offerings and incense for the second branch during the holidays, I would be content."
Mother Xia’s voice was filled with such pitiful sorrow that it could make any listener feel heartache and bring them to tears.
However, her words did not include even a trace of Xia Chuyi.
Xia Chuyi showed no reaction, but Uncle Xia’s face suddenly turned as dark as iron.
"So, this son, you’re determined to adopt him?" He looked coldly at his own sister, his voice dropping several degrees colder.