Riley Sullivan, my birth father, was the first to react. Looking at the luxury cars at the entrance, he suddenly realized that the man before us was someone far too important for him to offend. He quickly nodded and greeted Solomon with exaggerated politeness. "Sir, I think you might have mistaken Thomas for someone else. This disobedient little brat is my son. I'm just teaching him a lesson. You can let me know if you need anything else." Solomon ignored Riley's words and glanced at him with an expression of disdain. He spoke loud enough for everyone to hear, "How could I mistake him for someone else? Do I look like the type to confuse my own son? Unlike someone, who treats his own son like a slave and then still demands an apology from him. Are such people even worthy of being parents? They're worse than animals."The harsh words struck Riley hard, and although his pride took a hit, he didn't dare respond. He could only smile awkwardly and look away.I watched as Solomon walked o
"We've been together for so many years, and I would never do anything to hurt you. But there's no chance for us anymore. It's over. From now on, we'll go our separate ways."Giselle's face twisted with every word I spoke. Her eyes reddened, and before long, she burst into tears. But this time, I couldn't tell if she was crying over our lost love or the life of luxury she thought she was about to get her hands on.I wasn't fooled by her tears anymore. Turning on my heel, I left without a second thought.Just then, Riley suddenly received a phone call. His face drained of color, and he screamed in frustration, "What? Why were they seized?"I couldn't hear what the person on the other end said, but Riley, furious, threw his phone against the wall. His eyes shot daggers at me, burning with so much hatred it felt like he wanted to tear me apart on the spot."Why are you doing this? What do you get out of it? Am I not your father?" Hearing this, I quickly pieced things together. It
Solomon had been sitting there waiting for a while. When I walked in, he didn't even look up. He simply said in a calm voice, "Your mom said she'll cook for you tonight. What do you want to eat?"Just those few words were enough to make my eyes well up.The people I should cherish the most had been right in front of me, yet I hadn't done so.I opened my mouth, struggling for a moment before finally choking out, "I'm sorry, Dad."Solomon let out a hearty laugh and looked at me with affectionate eyes. "We're family; there's no need for apologies. I just feel for you. Have these years been hard on you? I had a private investigator follow you before. Your mom saw how hard you've been working, and she cried every night, unable to sleep. She was so happy when she heard you were coming back. But when we get home, let's not talk about this, okay?"I held back my tears and nodded firmly.When I came out of the changing room, Riley and Kevin were standing in front of Solomon, bowing repeat
I couldn't afford to focus on their issues anymore because Solomon had handed the company over to me. I was swamped with work, barely managing to squeeze in time for meals. It wasn't until six months later that I saw Kevin again. After handling a company acquisition abroad, I ran into him in the underground parking garage. Gone was the expensive designer suit; instead, Kevin wore the rough clothes of a worker. His once proud, rebellious face was now weathered, the sharpness gone, replaced by signs of hardship. His hair, once neat and well-groomed, hung greasy and matted over his forehead, giving him the appearance of someone who had aged ten years in the blink of an eye.For a moment, I thought I was looking at my old self.When he saw me, his dull eyes flared with resentment and jealousy. Through clenched teeth, he spat out, "Thomas, I can't believe you really tricked your foster dad into giving you the company. I never should have underestimated you."As he spoke, he reached o
I was an heir to a great fortune, but my biological parents were deeply in debt, living on the streets. My younger brother had even been so severely beaten by creditors that he was now paralyzed.I pitied them, so I made the decision to give up my life as a wealthy heir that my foster parents had given me. To pay off debts, my fiancée was forced to sing at nightclubs, often groped by men. Meanwhile, I took on three jobs. I served tables in the morning and worked as a delivery guy in the evening, working myself to the bone.One day, I was hired to move mannequins, and it brought me to a luxurious bridal shop. In the VIP room, I found my supposedly paralyzed younger brother in the arms of my fiancée, both of them kissing. And standing beside them, clapping and smiling approvingly, were my biological parents. They were at a wedding shop, happily picking out a wedding dress, as if everything was fine.I couldn't believe it. I immediately called Solomon Reed, my foster father. "Dad, I
Giselle hesitated as she looked at the cut on my forehead. Slowly, she walked over to me, but I was still pinned to the ground by the crew leader, a mess of dirt and frustration.The crew leader apologized profusely, bowing deeply, while a service staff member rushed over with a look of concern. "Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan, we're so sorry for the mistake!" she exclaimed. "How about we provide a free makeup artist for the wedding as compensation?"Of course, it wasn't for my wedding anymore.As I caught Kevin's mocking expression, my anger flared even more. I had worked tirelessly, risking my health and sanity to support them, only to find out they'd been living the high life behind my back—driving luxury cars and enjoying lavish meals, while I had been fooled into believing they were in debt. I had been nothing but a puppet, controlled and humiliated.Giselle stepped forward, reaching out to help me, but I pushed her hand away. At that moment, I couldn't hold it in anymore. I shoute
It turned out that my parents, who had begged me to come home back then, never really loved me.I worked myself to the bone for them, constantly putting their needs above mine.But instead of any gratitude, they treated me like a fool, using me and deceiving me at every turn.In their hearts, they only had one son—Kevin.When Kevin was "paralyzed", I tried to find him a job he could manage, something fitting for someone with a disability. My mother cursed me angrily for a whole day.At that time, I thought she was just worried about her youngest son. But now I realized that behind my back, Kevin was living a life of luxury, like a rich playboy.And now, even my fiancée had betrayed me.I looked at her slightly rounded belly, and a terrifying thought slowly began to creep into my mind...Clenching my fists, I gritted my teeth and asked, "And the baby…"Giselle frowned, her face full of disgust. "Do you think I'd bear your child? Anyway, you've seen it for yourself. You're jus
I couldn't afford to focus on their issues anymore because Solomon had handed the company over to me. I was swamped with work, barely managing to squeeze in time for meals. It wasn't until six months later that I saw Kevin again. After handling a company acquisition abroad, I ran into him in the underground parking garage. Gone was the expensive designer suit; instead, Kevin wore the rough clothes of a worker. His once proud, rebellious face was now weathered, the sharpness gone, replaced by signs of hardship. His hair, once neat and well-groomed, hung greasy and matted over his forehead, giving him the appearance of someone who had aged ten years in the blink of an eye.For a moment, I thought I was looking at my old self.When he saw me, his dull eyes flared with resentment and jealousy. Through clenched teeth, he spat out, "Thomas, I can't believe you really tricked your foster dad into giving you the company. I never should have underestimated you."As he spoke, he reached o
Solomon had been sitting there waiting for a while. When I walked in, he didn't even look up. He simply said in a calm voice, "Your mom said she'll cook for you tonight. What do you want to eat?"Just those few words were enough to make my eyes well up.The people I should cherish the most had been right in front of me, yet I hadn't done so.I opened my mouth, struggling for a moment before finally choking out, "I'm sorry, Dad."Solomon let out a hearty laugh and looked at me with affectionate eyes. "We're family; there's no need for apologies. I just feel for you. Have these years been hard on you? I had a private investigator follow you before. Your mom saw how hard you've been working, and she cried every night, unable to sleep. She was so happy when she heard you were coming back. But when we get home, let's not talk about this, okay?"I held back my tears and nodded firmly.When I came out of the changing room, Riley and Kevin were standing in front of Solomon, bowing repeat
"We've been together for so many years, and I would never do anything to hurt you. But there's no chance for us anymore. It's over. From now on, we'll go our separate ways."Giselle's face twisted with every word I spoke. Her eyes reddened, and before long, she burst into tears. But this time, I couldn't tell if she was crying over our lost love or the life of luxury she thought she was about to get her hands on.I wasn't fooled by her tears anymore. Turning on my heel, I left without a second thought.Just then, Riley suddenly received a phone call. His face drained of color, and he screamed in frustration, "What? Why were they seized?"I couldn't hear what the person on the other end said, but Riley, furious, threw his phone against the wall. His eyes shot daggers at me, burning with so much hatred it felt like he wanted to tear me apart on the spot."Why are you doing this? What do you get out of it? Am I not your father?" Hearing this, I quickly pieced things together. It
Riley Sullivan, my birth father, was the first to react. Looking at the luxury cars at the entrance, he suddenly realized that the man before us was someone far too important for him to offend. He quickly nodded and greeted Solomon with exaggerated politeness. "Sir, I think you might have mistaken Thomas for someone else. This disobedient little brat is my son. I'm just teaching him a lesson. You can let me know if you need anything else." Solomon ignored Riley's words and glanced at him with an expression of disdain. He spoke loud enough for everyone to hear, "How could I mistake him for someone else? Do I look like the type to confuse my own son? Unlike someone, who treats his own son like a slave and then still demands an apology from him. Are such people even worthy of being parents? They're worse than animals."The harsh words struck Riley hard, and although his pride took a hit, he didn't dare respond. He could only smile awkwardly and look away.I watched as Solomon walked o
The service staff, rushing over, froze in place while staring at the Sullivans with confusion. The Sullivans exchanged looks, equally bewildered, unable to recognize who this person was. It was no surprise they didn't recognize him. Solomon had always been low-key, avoiding the media whenever possible. Though he was the wealthiest man in the country, he despised flaunting his fortune. He had raised me with the principle that one should hide their wealth and not show off. That was also why Giselle had no clue about my true identity.At first, I had assumed that, given the lavish yet understated lifestyle I'd shown her, she would have realized my status wasn't ordinary. When she had urged me to return to the Sullivans, I had naively believed she wasn't someone who only cared about wealth, but rather a kind and innocent girl. Now, everything had become clear to me.To her, those expensive clothes with no huge logos, those luxurious yet modest restaurants that weren't five-star hotels—
It turned out that my parents, who had begged me to come home back then, never really loved me.I worked myself to the bone for them, constantly putting their needs above mine.But instead of any gratitude, they treated me like a fool, using me and deceiving me at every turn.In their hearts, they only had one son—Kevin.When Kevin was "paralyzed", I tried to find him a job he could manage, something fitting for someone with a disability. My mother cursed me angrily for a whole day.At that time, I thought she was just worried about her youngest son. But now I realized that behind my back, Kevin was living a life of luxury, like a rich playboy.And now, even my fiancée had betrayed me.I looked at her slightly rounded belly, and a terrifying thought slowly began to creep into my mind...Clenching my fists, I gritted my teeth and asked, "And the baby…"Giselle frowned, her face full of disgust. "Do you think I'd bear your child? Anyway, you've seen it for yourself. You're jus
Giselle hesitated as she looked at the cut on my forehead. Slowly, she walked over to me, but I was still pinned to the ground by the crew leader, a mess of dirt and frustration.The crew leader apologized profusely, bowing deeply, while a service staff member rushed over with a look of concern. "Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan, we're so sorry for the mistake!" she exclaimed. "How about we provide a free makeup artist for the wedding as compensation?"Of course, it wasn't for my wedding anymore.As I caught Kevin's mocking expression, my anger flared even more. I had worked tirelessly, risking my health and sanity to support them, only to find out they'd been living the high life behind my back—driving luxury cars and enjoying lavish meals, while I had been fooled into believing they were in debt. I had been nothing but a puppet, controlled and humiliated.Giselle stepped forward, reaching out to help me, but I pushed her hand away. At that moment, I couldn't hold it in anymore. I shoute
I was an heir to a great fortune, but my biological parents were deeply in debt, living on the streets. My younger brother had even been so severely beaten by creditors that he was now paralyzed.I pitied them, so I made the decision to give up my life as a wealthy heir that my foster parents had given me. To pay off debts, my fiancée was forced to sing at nightclubs, often groped by men. Meanwhile, I took on three jobs. I served tables in the morning and worked as a delivery guy in the evening, working myself to the bone.One day, I was hired to move mannequins, and it brought me to a luxurious bridal shop. In the VIP room, I found my supposedly paralyzed younger brother in the arms of my fiancée, both of them kissing. And standing beside them, clapping and smiling approvingly, were my biological parents. They were at a wedding shop, happily picking out a wedding dress, as if everything was fine.I couldn't believe it. I immediately called Solomon Reed, my foster father. "Dad, I