Chapter 11%
She rushed over, and I looked at her. Her once jet–black hair was streaked with white, and wrinkles had deepened on her face.
She reached out to hug me, but I stepped back.”
My mother froze at sight.
Finally, she cried with regret:
“Son, after a year, you still won’t forgive me and your father?”
I answered coldly,
“I’m sorry, I’m not your son. Your most beloved son is Charles.”
“Son, don’t say that. He is adopted. You have our blood–you’re our biological son!“}
I stood, took Emily’s hand, and started to leave. Then my mother suddenly knelt down.”
“William, Mom and Dad know they were wrong. We shouldn’t have treated you like this. Come back. Dad doesn’t have much time left. His greatest regret is not seeing you!”
“When you were born, we believed the fortune teller who said you’d bring bad luck and that you wouldn’t be rich. We even had to find someone to take on your misfortune, or you’d die young. That’s why we treated you this way and adopted your brother. It wasn’t what we truly wanted!”
“Charles has been kicked out. You are now the only heir of the Pierce family. Recognize us, and you’ll inherit everything.“@
Watching her kneel, cry, and pour out this story along with the promises, I felt nothing.
Family isn’t a business deal–I refused bluntly.”
“Sorry, I’m used to hardship. I don’t belong in a rich family. Find someone else.”}
After 1 left, my mother wept bitterly,
“Son! No matter what, you will always be the most beloved in our hearts!“}
…
Three years later, I found success. I married Emily abroad, settled down, and had my first child.
During the Spring Festival, while on the way to visit her grandparents in America, Emily showed me some news.
“Last month, Charles–the one kicked out–stormed the hospital to kill your father for revenge. Bodyguards stopped him, but he fell from a high building and died while trying to escape.”}]
I felt nothing as I heard it, as if someone else told me.”
On New Year’s Eve, during the reunion dinner, my father–in–law suddenly said something.”
He’d visited my father in the hospital and said my father looked thin and fragile.”
He asked me to bring our child to see his grandfather for his sake.“]
Emily held my hand, her voice sincerely:”
“My father’s right. There’s no deep hatred between father and son. The baby had never met his grandfather. Let him see him.”
I nodded.
Years as a parent have changed me.”
At the hospital, I saw my father lying there. Shock hit me first, then tears fell like a child’s.
“I’m sorry! Can you forgive me?“}
I wanted to say no, but my child held my hand and shook it, looking at me with innocent eyes.”
“Dad, is Grandpa sick? Can you forgive him?”
Mom cried, hugging the baby, watching me anxiously.
I stayed silent, then finally nodded.
“Dad, Mom, Happy New Year.”%
Joyful cries filled the world.%
A month later, I handled Dad’s funeral and inherited the family business.
Mom said Dad worked all his life and never traveled, so she took Dad’s ashes and traveled the world alone.”
When I saw her off at the airport, the sunset was perfect. I held my wife’s and child’s hands, letting the golden light fall on us.
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