"I worked myself to the bone to support this family. If it weren't for this wretched child who was late in saving me, I wouldn't be paralyzed. She even secretly transferred away my money. Now that I'm in this state, she and her mother don't even care for me. They just abandoned me at home. I've raised her for nothing."

He was a sobbing mess, evoking sympathy from many neighbors.

Someone sharp-eyed spotted me and started criticizing me for treating my father so poorly.

I let out a cold laugh.

"My dad's getting on in years. The person he wanted me to transfer money to was an improper woman. How could I do that? Come here and see for yourself if I'm lying."

The chat history was so filthy that when the neighbor saw it, she covered her eyes and cried out "Shameless". She even spat at my dad.

My dad was dumbfounded, snot still hanging from his face. He never imagined I already knew about his affair.

"I was worried my aging dad might be getting scammed, so I took this step. And I didn't waste his money. I used it to hire a caregiver for him, but he's never satisfied. We've gone through three or four caregivers in just one month."

My dad shouted, "The garbage you found! I want to find my own."

"Oh? Have you found someone?"

I had a vague idea of what he was up to.

Dad stuck out his neck, his eyes flashing with eagerness.

"I asked a relative to help me find someone. She's younger than the ones you hired, in her forties, hardworking, and more reliable than you found."

I smiled knowingly and said, "Alright then."

Perhaps my smile was too sinister, as Dad gave me a suspicious glance.

I rubbed my hands together in anticipation.

I had such a hard time finding Doris in my past life. This time, she was walking right into my trap.

"Ugh—"

I spat out the food in my mouth and slammed my hand down on the table, my face filled with disgust. "Doris, how did you make this food so awful? How much oil did you use?"

Doris smirked, "Miss Taylor, you just don't understand. Cooking should use more oil, otherwise it won't taste good. Your dad loves my cooking."

She winked at my dad. "Mr. Taylor, isn't that right?"

My dad, who was watching TV, didn't even turn his head. "Yes! Doris' food is great."

I grabbed a napkin to wipe my mouth and started calculating on my phone.