I Skipped My Mom's Deathbed for an Esports Title

"You bastard!" My uncle, Dwayne Wiggins, was trembling with rage. He pointed at me and snapped, "How could you say something like that? That's your mother you're talking about!"With a look of raw anguish, he turned to the growing crowd of reporters and fans and began to denounce me."Take a good look, everyone! This is your so-called esports star! He doesn't even care if his own mother lives or dies, all for the sake of gaming!"He took a step forward, his voice growing louder. "Do you know why your mother ended up like this? It was all for you! "On Labor Day, you told your parents you wanted to buy a big house downtown. But how was a retired factory worker like your mother supposed to come up with that kind of money? She took on odd jobs at that godforsaken construction site just to help you scrape together the down payment."Do you know how dangerous that place is? When the scaffolding fell on her, she was still clutching the 300 dollars she'd just been paid. She kept calling

The whole place went dead silent upon hearing my words."Back when I took the SAT, my scores were far above the cutoff for top-tier colleges. I even got a guaranteed admission offer from Bancroft College.But the night before the interview, my dear parents chained me up in the basement of our family's old house in the countryside. By the time they let me out two days later, the interview was long over."A collective gasp rippled through the crowd."And my dear brother, Gary," I continued, my voice hardening, "used forged identification and my transcript to impersonate me at the interview. Not that it worked. He did so badly they caught him on the spot, but by then, my one and only opportunity was already destroyed."Gary turned pale, then ashen, unable to even utter a single word.The crowd erupted into complete chaos."No way! That's insane!""They ruined the younger son's future for the older one? How could any parent do something like that?"Dad immediately let out a shrill

Uniformed police officers poured in through every entrance and exit of the venue simultaneously.They moved quickly, their roles clearly assigned. Within moments, they had the entire place under control.The lead officer, with the rank insignia on his shoulder, walked directly up to me. He removed his cap and gave me a solemn nod."Mr. Wiggins, thank you for your cooperation. We'll take it from here."I nodded back. "I'm counting on you."I'd already contacted the police long before. From the moment I discovered that suspicious insurance policy and the voice recorder hidden under my bed, I knew Mom and Dad had it in their minds to kill me.I didn't confront them. Instead, I immediately reached out to law enforcement. Under the police's guidance, I gathered evidence and played along to draw Mom and Dad out.Meanwhile, another team of officers had already arrived at the hospital. When they broke down the door, they found my "dying" mother lounging on her bed with her legs crossed,

"First, Dwayne made sure you never got an education, so you'd always be dependent on your family. Then, once you started bringing in money, he orchestrated this whole murder plot to squeeze out every last bit of value you had."To him, you were never anything but a tool and a commodity to be exchanged for money. He wasn't even doing it for Gary. It was always for himself."I had to brace myself against the wall just to stay on my feet.It turned out the ones I thought were my enemies were just a puppet all along. The adoptive parents I'd hated for 20 years were merely two fools who had been used.And the real monster was my biological father, who had posed as my uncle all those years. From his moral high ground, he coldly manipulated my life and savored my suffering.Was there anything more absurd and ridiculous in this world?I laughed until I cried.What was this? Some kind of sick joke from the universe?Officer Holt let out a sigh and patted me on the shoulder. "Mr. Wiggins