Tratatu's staccato words made Tibka's heart tremble. How could this be? He didn't believe it!

This time, no matter how much Turatu struggled to pull his wrist back, Tibka just wouldn't let go. When he took the pulse carefully, he couldn't help but do it again.

How is this possible!

Tibka muttered to himself. The first time, he thought he had made a mistake, and again, it was still the result of the first diagnosis.

Without waiting for him to say anything, Turatu slowly withdrew his wrist from his hand and whispered "My son" to Tibka again.

The first time he called him that, Tibka didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that Turatu was deliberately called it because of the so-called "confession ceremony" between them, or that he had mistaken him for his own son when he was weak?

Tulatu's own son? Yes, Tibka had vaguely heard him mention it before, along with his wife. Listening to what he meant, it seems that because of his negligence, his wife and children were snatched away by gangsters, and his whereabouts are still unknown, and even his life and death are unknown.

If it is because of the so-called "confession ceremony" and call him then, there is no need, after all, how can the "Tibka" who has been called for many years change his mouth for a while, just like Tibka, he is still used to calling Tulatu "Uncle", and he always feels that the "Abba" is awkward.

"Uncle......"

"No, I'm not your uncle, I'm Abba!"

Tibka was about to say, "Uncle, do you miss your wife and children", but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Tulatu. This time, he took Tibka's hand, and what he said seemed to be very clear, without any mush.

"You're my Abba, I know. Seeing that Turatu was very serious, Tibka did not want to "debunk" him at all, and coaxed him to comply like a child.

However, Turatu became anxious and began to get agitated.

"Tibka, you are really my own son, the lost and uncertain ...... Ahem...... Ahem...... She's your own grandma!"

After saying that, Turatu coughed for the first time. Ignoring Tibka's somewhat surprised gaze, let alone the blood that came out of his mouth after coughing violently, he continued, "Back then, the gangsters kidnapped your grandma, but you have been following me, and then you met the current Fa ...... Pharaoh, out of desperation, had to survive as a priest until now. Pharaoh is cruel, so that I will never recognize you...... Tibka, do you ...... Can you forgive, forgive me, this failed pro-Abba?"

As soon as the words fell, Turatu coughed violently again, his body was so weak that he could not speak, and his already pale face was now a little darker, as if he had just said too much in one breath, and his body was a little unbearable.

Tibka only looked at Tulatu in a daze, and suddenly began to be a little expressionless—

For as long as he could remember, he had known that Tratu was his closest man, his master, and the high priest of Egypt. He was kind to others, and to him, he was a fatherly favor, but when he made mistakes and was willful, he would see the serious and historical side of Tratu. In his mind, Tratu meant as if to train himself to be a useful person, and naturally, he cared more about him than anyone else......

However, now Turatu inadvertently told him that he was his own son, which made him accept it for a while, after all, he thought until his death, as Turatu said, that Tulatu's wife and children had disappeared more than ten years ago......

If he rejects what he has just said, doesn't it mean that his beloved master has been deceiving and even deceiving himself? If he acquiesces to what Turatu just said, then how could he be forced to refuse to recognize his own son and choose the throne of the high priest of Egypt?

Tibka was confused, speechless for a long time, and there was not a trace of wave in his eyes when he looked at Tulatu, for he himself did not know what to do or what to say.

Slowly, the grip of the hands that were holding Turatu's body became less and less powerful until they were completely released.

Although Turatu was sitting on the ground at the moment, his body trembled with weakness, and without Tibka's support, it was like a house without beams, and it was crumbling, as if it were about to collapse.

Seeing that something was wrong, Tibka reached out and helped him again. However, as soon as Tibka put his right hand on Tulatu's arm, he was held by Turatu in the next second.

"My son, you are really my own son!, do you, don't you believe it?" said Tratu, with a hint of earnestness in his tone, and tugged Tibka's loincloth down despite Tibka's surprised gaze. Under the navel, a red mole immediately appeared, not big, but it was very conspicuous, "Even you are so, there is a red mole in such a hidden place, I know it clearly, do you think what I said is false?"

Tratu's words silenced Tibka for a long time before he came to his senses from a red mole. He began to look seriously at Tratu's face—

If he hadn't said it, he hadn't noticed that Tratu's eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to his own.

Tratu's eyes, at some point, were covered with wrinkles, and his white eyeballs were faintly bloodshot, completely different from the gentle and serious master he had remembered, and there seemed to be something more serious about Tratu, but Tibka couldn't tell what it was.

"In the end...... What's the problem?" After two seconds of silence, he suddenly said lightly.

Where did he know so much about the events back then, and at this moment, he just wanted an explanation.

"What...... What?"

The topic suddenly changed, and Turatu was a little confused, looking at Tibka's calm eyes, he seemed to begin to understand the meaning of those words, and hurriedly said, "Where do you start...... It's a long story......"

"That's a long story short. Tibka suddenly took over the conversation and said coldly.

Turatu's unprecedented indifference to Upper Tibka was not the slightest bit inaccurate. He wasn't sure if the person he saw was an apprentice he had taught, or if Tibka wasn't his son, because he had never seen Tibka look so detached, never!

If he really wanted to investigate, Turatu really didn't know where to start, so much time passed that he even forgot who the culprit was, and who actually caused the current tragedy.

Is it himself? maybe. If he could take better care of their mother and son, he wouldn't have let that gang of gangsters take advantage of the loophole; If they hadn't forcibly taken away his wife and children, he would have been a virtuous wife and a filial son. If Pharaoh hadn't been bent on Turatu helping him carry all of Egypt, he would not have been forced to have a son who could not be recognized, and perhaps he would have had a chance to get his lost wife back......