They Hate Me, Then They Mourn Me

Someone suddenly pointed with a trembling hand at the large screen on the company building and shrieked, "Look! I think that's Nathan's final video before his death!"

Hearing that, Dad scowled and turned to the screen, where a video was playing. Disgust was written all over his face.

"Nathan's already dead, and he's still trying to cause trouble?"

The crowd was watching the scene unfold and didn't care how ugly things could get.

"Even after Mr. and Mrs. Yeager reunited with their biological son, they never once mistreated their adoptive son, Nathan Yeager. They treated him the same as before."

"No one expected him to be this jealous. Since childhood, Nick had been wandering around out there with a heart condition and couldn't handle any stress in the first place.

"But Nathan kept picking on Nick every day. No wonder Mr. and Mrs. Yeager grew to hate Nathan more and more."

"Two months ago, Nathan announced that he was cutting ties with his parents, and they've even signed an agreement to do so. Why did he kill himself just two months later?"

The crowd was about to say more, but the video playing on the screen gradually drew their attention, and they instinctively fell silent.

In the video, I was wearing a thin shirt and smiling mockingly.

"Mom. Dad. Surprise! Today's the day Nick's taking over the company, isn't it? I thought I'd do my part and help contribute to this joyous occasion.

"I told you before, didn't I? Nick is nothing but bad luck. The moment he came back, our company almost went bankrupt.

"He's really ill too, and it's been bringing the whole family down. Yet you still treat this jinx like he's everything."

I was deathly pale. From time to time, I would start coughing, yet every word I said hit Mom and Dad like a blow. In the video, I stared into the camera and suddenly smiled.

On the day I signed the agreement severing ties with Mom and Dad, a competitor had filed a malicious report against our company, putting us at risk of bankruptcy.

Dad usually seemed so strong, but that day, he seemed to completely break under pressure.

"You should just ask that jinx to jump off the building too. Since he can't find a suitable heart donor, he's going to die sooner or later.

"He might as well end it early and put a stop to his pain. That way, he wouldn't have to trouble anyone else."

In the video, I laughed cruelly, the mockery plain in my eyes. After I laughed several times, the video ended abruptly.

The onlookers immediately erupted into discussion.

"Is Nathan nuts? I heard the Yeagers had spoiled him rotten and that he was really domineering, but did he have to push things so far? Did he actually take his own life just to make a point?"

"What an ungrateful bastard! The Yeagers raised him for 20 years. He was just an imposter who took someone else's place. Why is he acting so arrogantly? I'm glad he's dead!"

"I heard they've already found a matching heart for Nick, and Nathan just died, too. I bet Nathan didn't expect Nick to get a matching heart so soon!"

Nick stood next to Dad in the middle of the crowd. At the moment, Nick's face was drained of color, and he clutched his chest, gasping for air.

At that, Mom's expression tightened, and she quickly led him into the car. They then immediately sped off to the hospital.

The crowd started voicing their anger.

"If you ask me, Nathan did this on purpose! He knew Nick had a heart condition and couldn't handle any stress, but he chose to kill himself at this very moment.

"That's bound to leave Nick deeply traumatized. How could Nathan be so cruel?"

"All these years, the Yeagers have spoiled Nathan rotten. Forget that he was an ungrateful bastard—even in death, why did he have to leave behind such a huge mess? Yeager Corporation is already facing trouble, yet he chose to cause chaos at this critical moment. He's better off dead!"

Everyone was defending the Yeagers, accusing me of being an ungrateful bastard.

Dad stood alone in the middle of the crowd, glaring at the darkened screen with utter disgust.

"I was so blind back then. How could I not see that this ungrateful bastard wasn't my son?"

Before Dad could finish speaking, his voice suddenly caught in his throat, his gaze fixed on the large screen.

Just then, the second video started playing. My voice, dripping with malice, rang out for all the onlookers to hear.

"What's the point of this jinx staying alive? He should just die early and be done with it. You've already missed out on 20 years together.

"You could just pretend you never had a son like him. Isn't having me enough? As long as I'm alive, Nick will never get a heart transplant!"