Chapter 3

My mother could not bear to see me like that. She rushed toward me and grabbed my wrist.

“Dylan, please don’t do this. I didn’t mean what I said earlier. Please, just let Adam stay for one night. Just one night.”

Her pleading voice reminded me of what she said three years ago.

Instead of waiting for me to speak up, Adam immediately said, “Mr. Scott and Mrs. Scott, please don’t make it difficult for Dylan. I have reaped what I’ve sown. I’ll make a move first. Besides, I owe you a formal apology, Dylan. I’m sorry.”

After he said that, he looked at me with a regretful expression, then left without any hesitation.

This time, my parents did not chase after him.

My mother turned around and sighed.

My father also let out a long sigh.

I felt unhappy as I heard the sound of fireworks going off.

I tried to lighten the atmosphere.

However, no matter what I said, my parents were no longer smiling sincerely.

They excused themselves to their bedroom before 10 p.m. I was left alone in the empty living room.

The laughter from the television show made me feel even worse in contrast.

I thought they would be upset for a really long time, just like they were three years ago.

However, in just two days, they returned to their normal selves. They took good care of me.

I was secretly happy about it. I thought they had finally understood the situation and were going to treat me, their real son, well.

Then, one day I overheard my helpers’ conversation.

“I told you so! Mr. and Mrs. Scott still love Adam the most! When they saw that he wasn’t doing well, they immediately bought a mansion in the city’s most expensive postcode for him. They even secretly transferred some of their shares to him.”

“I think they haven’t even fulfilled their promises that they made to Dylan, and they have yet to transfer the shares to him.”

“As expected, blood relation means nothing compared to true companionship. They raised Adam, so they’re closest to him.”

Even though the heater was on and the house was very warm, I felt cold all over.

In order to make it up to me for my amputated leg, my parents promised to transfer half of their shares to me.

However, whenever I brought this matter up throughout these three years, they kept finding excuses to delay it.

In contrast, when they found out that Adam was doing food delivery on New Year’s Eve, they immediately gave him a house and their shares.

I stood in the corner for a long while before I quietly left.

The next day, a private detective sent me the address of that mansion.

I stood outside the garden and saw my parents having afternoon tea with Adam through the mansion’s floor-to-ceiling windows.

The three of them were chatting and laughing, as if they were a true family.

The security guard saw that I was pacing before the entrance, so he stepped forward and asked, “Hello sir, are you looking for someone?”

I pointed at my parents, who were peeling fruits for Adam, and said softly, “I’m looking for them. They’re my parents.”

Upon hearing that, the security guard immediately sounded disgusted.

“Sir, even though I’m not educated, you can’t lie to me like this. Mr. Scott told us that he only has one son. Even if you want to pretend to be their son, you should do some research beforehand.

“Alright, this is a private residential area. Please leave now. Otherwise, we’ll take action.”

I glanced at the security guard indifferently and then pressed the doorbell.

The security guard was shocked. He wanted to gather his other colleagues to escort me out.

A second later, someone opened the door.

When my father saw me, he froze.