“Grandma,” I said, “do you remember something you once said to my dad?”She froze for a moment.“You said, ‘If you were even half as sensible as Sean, you would not have ended up like this.’”Her lips trembled, but no sound came out.“Now Sean is in prison,” I said with a faint smile. “Do you think he turned out sensible enough?”Grandma collapsed onto the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.I did not help her up.Grandpa never came looking for me. He had always been a dignified man. Even if he hated me, he would never lower himself to beg me.That was fine.I had the villa sold, the place where my dad once knelt, was beaten, and humiliated. Every cent from the sale was donated to a child protection foundation.As for Tyson, after Sean was arrested, he was sent back to his biological mother.I learned later that Tyson was not Sean and my mother’s child. He was Sean’s son with his ex‑wife. My mother had only raised him for three years.When my mom found out, she said nothing.Sh
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