Chapter 3

"What's the point of falsifying documents like this? Did you think we were all stupid and born yesterday?" Aunt Emily chided.

When Dad heard what she said, the hatred in his eyes intensified.

"You really are something, Gavin Hudson. How dare you falsify transfer records! You should have just told me that you didn't want to take care of me anymore instead of going to such lengths for your lies!

"I don't even care if I have to continue dumpster-diving for the rest of my life. I'll just pretend I never had a son like you!"

The more he spoke, the more worked up he got, and he couched so violently that he curled up into a ball.

The other patients in the shared general ward began pointing their fingers at me.

"This young man looks pretty decent. How could he do such a thing? Can't he see what situation his father is in right now? And yet, he's still trying to lie to them?"

"Exactly. Youngsters these days don't have a single kind bone in them anymore."

"I'd die from a heart attack from how angry I was if he were my son."

Every word they said felt like an arrow to my heart.

I inhaled deeply and suppressed the urge to fight back against them verbally.

After all, in my past life, I had gotten into a huge altercation with them, and I ended up going viral online when someone posted a video of me going berserk. I was then painted as a cold-blooded incel who yelled and shouted at his own father at the hospital, and I was then horribly cyberbullied.

I couldn't possibly let the same thing happen to me again in this life.

I settled my emotions down and said, "Since we can't make heads or tails of this, Dad, let's go to the bank. We'll get the bank teller to check the accounts and tell us what on earth is actually going on. We'll find out the truth."

Uncle Derek frowned hard. "Your dad is still sick! And you're telling him to go to the bank with you to check the accounts? Do you even have a shred of empathy in you anymore?"

My chest tightened.

I knew that Dad's health was in a very poor condition now, and he shouldn't be going through so much physical trouble at all, but I also knew that if we didn't get to the bottom of this, the exact same cyberbullying incident that happened in my past life was only going to happen to me again tomorrow.

I gritted my teeth and looked at Dad. "Dad, don't you want to find out why you only received 200 dollars from me when I clearly transferred 5,000 dollars to you?"

Dad sneered. "Sure. I'll come with you."

We arrived at the bank. After explaining the situation to the bank teller, she began checking our accounts for us.

The tapping on her keyboard was exceptionally loud and clear. Everyone's eyes were on her computer screen through the plexiglass.

A few minutes later, the teller looked up and said, "Mr. Gavin Hudson, the system shows that you have been transferring 5,000 dollars to an account belonging to Mr. Dan Hudson monthly over the past three years without skipping a single time."

"That's impossible!" Dad exclaimed out loud, grabbing hold of the counter as he took a closer look at the screen.

"He transferred 5,000 dollars to me every month? Then how could I have only received 200 dollars? Where are the transfer records? Show me the transfer records!"

The teller printed out a copy of the records and handed it to him through the hole in the glass. Dad snatched it from her. Uncle Derek and Aunt Emily also zeroed in for a closer look.

Everything was stated clearly in the transfer records.

"March 15. 5,000 dollars to Dan Hudson. Note: Dad's living expenses.

"April 15. 5,000 dollars to Dan Hudson. Note: Dad's living expenses…"

The same lines repeated for every month in the past three years, without a single month missing.

Dad stared at the records, his voice shaky as he questioned, "But why… Why do I only have 200 dollars in my account? Where's the money? Where did the money go?"

What on earth was going on?

This time, Aunt Emily turned to look at me with a condescending look in her eyes.

"Really, how did I not realize how capable you were in the past, Gavin Hudson? Your hacking skills are good enough that you can even fool a bank teller now? So, why are you still hoarding all the money like that?"

At once, everyone's eyes turned hostile toward me.

I didn't rush to explain myself. Instead, I took 1,000 dollars from my pocket and handed it over to the bank teller.

"Kindly make a deposit of this 1,000 dollars into Dan Hudson's bank account."

She took the money from me and began the transfer.

"Transaction success," she said.

I stared at her. "What's the balance?"

She refreshed the page, and suddenly, her face fell.

"The balance is…is still only 200 dollars."

"What!"

Uncle Derek rushed over to look at the number on the screen.