Speaking of this, Desmond said with a wry smile, “To tell you, this disease is fucking weird. As long as I remember, the old man’s condition developed to the point that for the last four or five years, he has been completely blank. My son had given birth to a great-grandson, but he always felt that my son was not married, and every time he saw him, he urged him to hurry up to get married. And then the condition continued to deteriorate. He can’t remember anything from the past ten years. He doesn’t know my son, because, in his memory, my son is in the state of a young man ten years ago…”

Jack Li listened and couldn’t help but sighed, “Uncle Evans is a hero among Chinese emigrants all over the world. He has been tough and strong all his life. For him to have this kind of disease, it is really great torture…”

Desmond covered his face and took a deep breath.

He breathed, and then said with some red eyes, “His condition has been deteriorating, his memory has degenerated from three to five years to ten years, and half a year ago to almost twenty years ago…”

Desmond was silent for a while. When he got up, tears could not help but well up in his eyes.

Jack Li’s eyes widened and he blurted out, “Desmond, your sister’s affair… It was almost twenty years ago…”

“Yes…” Desmond lamented, “His memory is stuck in that time now. The time when my sister just passed away was the most painful stage in his life. At that time, he regretted and blamed himself every day and washed his face with tears. When his memory got stuck here, he woke up every day and just held the photo of my sister. He secretly wept, and kept saying that he killed her, and his condition then became very bad.”