After the 59-year-old Father CheatedChapter 1

In my previous life, at 59, my dad was caught cheating. He cried and begged for forgiveness.

But once his retirement paperwork was complete, he took all the family money and ran away with his mistress and her son.

My mom got depressed and died with resentment.

Reborn on the day my dad suddenly needed emergency care for high blood pressure, I saw him clutching his chest in the living room, pleading, "Ollie, hurry, call an ambulance."

I was in my bedroom, leisurely putting on my headphones.

The music sounded so good.

"Ollie... help me..."

His cries came again from the living room.

I glanced at the time, thinking it was too early.

I calmly pierced a piece of melon with a toothpick. The sweet taste spread on my tongue, and I chewed contentedly.

"Ollie... Ollie..."

His voice grew weaker.

Only after my phone fully charged did I get up.

Opening the door, I instantly changed my expression, rushing forward with a perfect look of panic.

"Dad! What's wrong?"

I silently praised my Oscar-worthy performance.

My dad lay on the floor, weakly trying to communicate his distress.

"Dad, hang on! I'll call an ambulance!"

I pulled out my phone but hesitated.

"What's the ambulance number again?

"911? 119? Dad, don't worry, I'll look it up."

His mouth opened slightly. He tried to curse me but couldn't. I almost laughed.

I stalled until the ambulance finally arrived. I knew this time he wouldn't be as lucky as in my previous life.

"The patient arrived late. His family should be mentally prepared," the emergency doctor told me on the way to the hospital.

I nodded solemnly, but inside, I felt nothing.

It didn't matter if he was dead or disabled.

He deserved it.

I watched my dad on the hospital bed, weak and gray-haired. In my past life, seeing him like this made me cry and worry.

I saved him with all my might, only to find out about his affair through his cold, unfeeling messages.

At his age, he was cheating with a 42-year-old woman.

Eventually, he took everything of value and left to support his mistress and her son with his pension.

Such a dad was worthless and important to me.

When my mom arrived, he had just been resuscitated.

He ended up paralyzed.

My mom cried over his tube-filled body.

She had loved him deeply, giving up a good job and her family for him, only to be betrayed and abandoned.