Chapter 5 — Me Five Years Later

She knelt down on the ground, hugged my legs, and cried until her heart broke. "I was wrong... Your father also knew it was wrong, your younger brother also said he was wrong... Please save them, I bowed my head to you..." The people around looked over and talked in low voices. The manager rushed over. Seeing this scene, he was embarrassed and pulled my mother away. I watched them struggle, but there was no sympathy in my heart, but only a deep feeling of fatigue. 7. The selfishness and cruelty of my father and younger brother left me without any attachment or concern. But my mother's love used to make me suffer the most, because it was the hardest thing to deal with. If she was completely evil from beginning to end, I could definitely hate and blame her. But she deliberately revealed a little warmth through the small gaps. Makes me soft-hearted, makes me waver, makes me even though one second I was resolute but the next second I still can't help but turn around and look back. So for many years, I kept living in a mud puddle that I couldn't get out of. Looking at her tears, I would think that she tried her best. She had never been treated kindly, so she didn't know how to love me. After that, I gave in one more time, compromised one more time. But this time it didn't work. Seven years. It took me seven years to crawl out of that mud. I desperately ran, desperately climbed up, and finally stood in my current position. Now, these people want to take me back. I calmly looked at her: "Mom, go home. I won't help everyone." Mom's crying suddenly stopped. She rolled her eyes at me. “What did you say?” “I won't help everyone.” I repeat. "Seven years ago, at the lawyer's office, we signed an agreement to sever our relationship. It was written very clearly." "Both sides do not have to bear any obligation to support, care for, or pay any expenses related to each other's health and insurance. It was written by everyone, and also signed by us." "But... but at that time..." Mom stammered, wanting to explain. "It was everyone's request." I interrupted her. "Everyone is afraid that I will become a burden in the future. At that time, I signed, did not argue, did not protest, because I accepted." I looked into my mother's eyes: "Now, everyone should also accept." Mother's face was filled with despair, tears silently flowing down. In less than two days, my parents and younger brother asked about my identity. Assets of over a hundred million, founder of a famous AI technology company. They immediately ran over. In the afternoon, after the meeting, I was about to get in the car when I saw three people standing in front of the door. Dad sat in a wheelchair, mom stood behind him and pushed him. He was thin to the point of deformity, his cheekbones were prominent, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and his face was as yellow as wax. Just by looking at him, I could see that he had been tormented by illness until he no longer had human form. Tham Minh stood next to him, also frighteningly thin. It wore a hat, perhaps because of chemotherapy, all of its hair had fallen out. The whole body exuded a deadly breath. He bowed his head, not daring to look at me. Mother stood between the two of them, her hands tangled together in confusion, her eyes red and swollen. Tham Minh took a step forward, his voice carrying a cry: "Sister, I beg you! Save dad and me, we really can't stand it anymore." I said nothing, my eyes glanced over the faces of all three people. Dad avoided my eyes, bowed his head and stared at the wheelchair armrest. His younger brother buried his head even lower, his whole body cowering. "How do you want me to save you?" "Money..." Dad blurted out. "You have so much money now. My surgery money, your brother's medicine money, living expenses, and nutrition money, aren't just a small part to you?" "Didn't you also have late-stage stomach cancer before? Why are you completely cured now? Yes.

Is technology more advanced abroad? You should help me!” “I'm your father! If you don't help me, you will be punished by heaven and retribution!" I saw his true face finally revealed. The illness did not erode his will. When he met me, he still had the same patriarchal appearance as before, of course thinking that I had to devote all my efforts to serving them. I smirked, turned around to leave. Tham Minh slapped his father, shouted: "This old man refuses to die, shut up!" He pulled my hand and then shouted: cried: “Sister, I know we are sorry for you. Dad shouldn't have treated you like that before, but after all, we are your biological father and younger brother. You can't see death without saving..." I silently listened to his cries, then slowly spoke: "Do you want to know how my illness is cured?" Dad and Tham Minh immediately stretched their necks. I smiled: "Because after leaving this family, my illness naturally cured." The air immediately froze. "The medical record from seven years ago was fake. I just want to give myself one last chance, and at the same time give everyone one last chance.” “What about everyone? You don't want to save me, but you're still using that to force me to marry a fool! Dad, who was already eloquent, also bowed his head. Tham Minh didn't say a word. I looked for a photo on my phone.