She called out toward the living room, “Hayden, come help me move Mom to the bathroom. I want to wash her.”
My son gave a disgusted look and said, “Gross, she smells. I’m not touching her.”
My daughter frowned. “Hayden, Mom just gave you the eight hundred thousand from the relocation. How can you spend every day partying and refuse to help her even once?”
My son let out a cold laugh. “She gave it to me herself. I’ll spend it however I want. Don’t try to blackmail me.”
My daughter sighed. “I respect whatever Mom decides. She gave you that money hoping you’d settle down, get married, and live a decent life.”
“I just hope you won’t let her down or make her sad.”
My son laughed. “Sis, why do you care so much about a cripple who can’t move her legs?”
"You take care of her every day, you're tired, but I can't stand it anymore!"
"She might as well just die!"
The live-stream comments instantly exploded.
[What the heck! What kind of son curses his own mother to die right in front of her?]
[And this useless man is the one their mother spoiled? She handed over eight hundred thousand to this fool without a second thought!]
[I can’t believe it. Her daughter went into debt and even divorced just to care for her, yet got nothing. That kind of favoritism is beyond foolish!]
“Such a devoted daughter never got any love, yet that heartless son did. Favoring sons like this, no wonder she ended up paralyzed!”
In the end, Hayden still refused to help.
My daughter spent over an hour cleaning me up, sweating all over as she carefully changed my clothes and settled me into the wheelchair.
“Mom, you must be hungry. I’ll make you something to eat.”
From exhaustion, she nearly fainted when she stood. Still, after resting only a few seconds, she forced herself to walk into the kitchen.
Soon, she brought out steamed fish, braised pork, stir-fried vegetables, and a pot of hot chicken soup. She placed everything in front of me, scooped a spoonful of soup, gently blew on it, and held it to my lips.
“Mom, I went to the countryside this morning to buy a fresh chicken and stewed it for you. It’s your favorite. Try some.”
I turned my head away and said coldly, “I don’t want to eat.”
Her eyes were full of worry. “Mom, you already had diarrhea. If you don’t eat something to regain your strength, your body won’t hold on.”
I looked at her, my tone still cold. “I don’t feel like eating.”