Becoming Famous After Stabbing My Father

Amber Cambry followed me to the residential complex holding a bag of apples.

"Are you sure bringing just a bag of apples won't look too shabby?"

Without looking back, I replied, "I told you, you didn't need to bring anything at all."

"Walt, you're home? Oh, and this is..."

Derrick Wilshere's hands were covered in fish scales. He hastily wiped them on his apron. Amber didn't mind in the least. She eagerly grasped his hand.

"Hello, Mr. Wilshere! I'm Walt's classmate!"

The hidden camera captured my father's flustered expression. My case had drawn widespread local attention, so Amber decided to livestream the whole thing.

The live-stream chat scrolled frantically.

[His hands are cracked from the cold. He's scaling fish in the freezing northern winter without any gloves on. This breaks my heart.]

[He reminds me of my own father.]

[Walt Wilshere just stabbed him 18 times! 18 times! And now he's already scaling fish to earn tuition money for his son. How could Walt Wilshere be so heartless?]

A wad of crumpled banknotes was pulled out from the apron pocket, and my father smoothed them out with great effort.

"Walt, I made some money selling fish today. It's not much, but I hope you don't mind. We can't afford expensive meals, but we can buy a few drinks with this... Oh, no!"

The banknotes fluttered through the air, and the coins rolled on the floor.

Amber scrambled to pick them up.

"Walt, what are you doing? This is Mr. Wilshere's hard-earned money!"

I merely stared at the hurt in my father's eyes, let out a cold chuckle, and walked straight into my room without looking back.

Outside the door came the sound of Amber helping my father gather the loose change and clean up.

Moments later, she walked into my room.

"I don't know what happened between you two, but no matter what, he's still your father. You hurt his feelings just now. The least you can do is pretend to care!"

I raised my head.

"You just got here. Why don't you observe a little longer?"

She hesitated for a moment, touched the pinhole camera hidden near her collar, and remained silent.

A knock came from the door.

"Walt, I cut some fruit for you and your classmate..."

"Get lost!"

I hurled my schoolbag violently at the door, and the sound of shattering porcelain echoed from outside.

My father seemed to choke back a sob.

"I'm sorry..."

"Hey! You—!"

Amber couldn't stand it anymore and opened the door.

When she came back in after cleaning up, her eyes were teary.

"I gave Mr. Wilshere those apples, and he cut them into little rabbit shapes to cheer you up."

She showed me fragments of the shattered apple.

Tears fell from her eyes.

I turned my head away.

"Disgusting."

"Walt, you—!"

Furious, she sat down on a stool.

"Fine! I'll stay right here to see how you could possibly be in the right!"

As soon as she sat down, she noticed a broken photo frame in the wastebasket.

"Is this... a picture of you and Mr. Wilshere?"

She picked it up carefully, flipping through the photos one by one.

"You two used to be so close. Look at how you hugged him here. And look, you even wrote here: 'I will love Daddy forever'."

I cast her a cold, indifferent glance.

"Haven't you noticed that these were all taken when I was a kid?"

Amber froze. She flipped the photos back and forth.

"Come to think of it... where is your mother? When I was helping Mr. Wilshere clean up just now, I noticed there weren't any photos of a woman in his room. There were only photos of you two. Is your mother..."