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The door slammed shut. No matter how desperately I pleaded, Chloe never looked back again.
Chloe called the police, and officers escorted our family away.
After that, my mom and I tried seeking help from the media and legal aid, taking Chloe to court for perjury.
But the Davis family was wealthy—they easily paid off the right people to suppress the story.
The media lost interest once the story lacked sensationalism and stopped covering us.
Meanwhile, my dad's condition was critical—we were running out of time.
Out of options, I dropped out of school to work full-time.
My mom and I worked daytime shifts at a factory, counting pieces, and nights at a diner, washing mountains of dishes.
After midnight, we'd return home to clean my dad's bedridden messes.
Even working ourselves to the bone, we barely scraped together enough for his medication.
The doctor suggested a wheelchair. He said getting my father outside would be good for him.
But we'd sold everything. We couldn't scrape together a single extra coin.
In desperation, my mother made a choice.
One day, returning from work, I heard heavy breathing inside our home.
I opened the door to find my mom on the bed, staring at me in panic and shame.
Afterward, the man tossed a stack of cash on the table and hurried out.
We only had one room—my mom's clients were separated from my dad's sickbed by a mere curtain…
A week later, my mom finally saved enough for a brand-new wheelchair.
With the leftover money, she even bought pot roast from a street vendor.
The three of us sat around the table, eating meat like it was a feast.
That day was the happiest our family had been since my dad was crippled.
That night, my dad quietly got out of bed, wheeled himself to the balcony, and threw himself off.
The next day, we found his body cold on the ground below.
After my dad's death, my mom disappeared for three months.
When I saw her again, she followed my dad's path—jumping from the fifth floor. Headfirst. She was gone before she hit the ground.
She left me a letter and a thick stack of cash.
In the letter, she told me to forget everything. To go back to school. To study hard, get into a good university next year, and start my life over.
My whole life, I had always listened to my mother.
This time, I was going to disappoint her…
My dad beaten to paralysis, my mom driven to selling herself, both leaping to their deaths.
Meanwhile, Chloe—the one who started it all—moved into a new villa, attended a top university, and lived her dream life!
How could I forget such blood-soaked hatred? How dare I forget!
Chloe, your family had money and power—you could crush my parents, tear my family apart.
But how dare you provoke someone with nothing left to lose, someone who only wants to die?
I no longer had the courage to start over.
But I had all the courage and willpower to drag you down to hell with me!
Chloe, enjoy your happiness while it lasts.
I'll soon strip everything from you and make you taste despair!
