Exiled Son Reborn for RevengeChapter 1
The day after I graduated from college, my father kicked me out of the house. Then, he made an announcement in the family group chat.
“I didn’t raise him just to let him live off me forever.”
“Two hundred dollar is enough for him to survive until he finds a job.”
“If he can’t make something of himself, I won’t acknowledge him as my son.”
My relatives all liked the message and agreed.
To pay off my student loans, I had no choice but to rent the cheapest place I could find and take on the hardest, most exhausting jobs. I worked three shifts a day.
In the end, I died from overwork while delivering food.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I got kicked out of the manor.
After taking the two hundred dollar bills, the first thing I did was buy a train ticket to my grandfather’s house.
If he didn’t want me to live off him, then fine! I wouldn’t.
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I walked back into the familiar yet cold living room of the manor.
My father stood across from me, his eyes void of warmth—only disappointment and disgust.
My half-brother, Leroy, leaned lazily against the expensive leather sofa, one leg crossed over the other, a mocking grin tugging at his lips.
My stepmother, Linda Bodwin, stood by my father’s side, one hand resting gently on his arm as if in concern, the other holding a tissue, dabbing away nonexistent tears.
“You’ve graduated from college. You’re an adult now. Do you really plan to keep freeloading here forever?”
My father’s voice was cold as ice, every word pierced my heart.
“I didn’t raise you all these years so you could waste your life doing nothing and become a useless parasite!”
Linda quickly chimed in with fake concern.
“Oh, Wayne, don’t be so harsh on your child. Leo’s still young, just stepping into society—he doesn’t know much yet. You pushed him out too soon. What if he can’t take care of himself? As his mother, it breaks my heart to see this…”
Her words sounded gentle, but in reality, they only added fuel into the fire.
Sure enough, my father grew even angrier.
“Young? He’s twenty-two! You call that young?” He shook off her hand and pointed at my nose.
“Kids from poor families start working right after high school to support their parents! I fed you, clothed you and paid for your college education—that’s already more than enough!
From now on, you need to stand on your own two feet!”