After all, I had unknowingly raised his son for so many years. And on top of that, I had even “donated” a part of myself to him.
Too bad for him, he was celebrating too soon.
The moment the three of them walked out, I struggled to signal the nurse. “Help me make a call.”
"Hello, Dad? I’ve made up my mind. I’m coming home to inherit the family business!"
I was originally the heir to a top-tier, reclusive global family.
Back then, I hid my identity and fell in love with Kelly.
Later, I even gave up my inheritance willingly to marry her, choosing to live an ordinary life.
But now, I realized that this woman was never worth it.
Over the years, our vast family influence had been primarily based overseas.
In a month, once my father finished consolidating our family’s resources, he would return to hand everything over to me.
I would make sure that none of the people who had betrayed, deceived and hurt me got away easily.
That very night, I suffered a severe allergic reaction to the flowers, leading to dangerous suffocation.
As I was rushed into the emergency room, Kelly and my so-called son were nowhere to be found.
The doctor, his palms sweaty with urgency, frantically made several phone calls.
"If the family doesn’t sign for the surgery now, the patient will die!"
Fortunately, Kelly rushed in at the last second to sign the consent form.
After a life-or-death battle, I barely managed to survive.
Half-conscious, I overheard the doctor furiously scolding Kelly outside the ICU.
"As his wife, don’t you know he’s severely allergic to pollen? He’s already been through a terrible ordeal and now he had to fight for his life again because of negligence!"
My so-called son scoffed dismissively, "Well, he didn’t die, did he? Did he really have to interrupt our family dinner over this?"
Kelly sounded slightly impatient as well. "I was just trying not to turn down a visitor’s kind gesture. Besides, it’s just a pollen allergy and he could’ve just endured it. Why did I have to rush over to sign for surgery?"
Kelly was about to continue complaining, but my coughing interrupted her.
She and my so-called son anxiously pushed open the door, tears welling up in their eyes.
"Honey, it's my fault. I forgot about your pollen allergy."
My son put on a concerned face and spoke in a childish voice, "Daddy, are you still in pain? If you are, I’ll turn on the TV for you. Watching TV will make you forget the pain!"