All Chapters of Becoming Famous After Stabbing My Father: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Amber Cambry followed me to the residential complex holding a bag of apples."Are you sure bringing just a bag of apples won't look too shabby?"Without looking back, I replied, "I told you, you didn't need to bring anything at all.""Walt, you're home? Oh, and this is..."Derrick Wilshere's hands were covered in fish scales. He hastily wiped them on his apron. Amber didn't mind in the least. She eagerly grasped his hand."Hello, Mr. Wilshere! I'm Walt's classmate!"The hidden camera captured my father's flustered expression. My case had drawn widespread local attention, so Amber decided to livestream the whole thing.The live-stream chat scrolled frantically.[His hands are cracked from the cold. He's scaling fish in the freezing northern winter without any gloves on. This breaks my heart.][He reminds me of my own father.][Walt Wilshere just stabbed him 18 times! 18 times! And now he's already scaling fish to earn tuition money for his son. How could Walt Wilshere be so he

Amber and I tailed my father all the way to an affluent neighborhood.Before the gate of the most magnificent and luxurious mansion there, my father pulled out an access card, swiped it, and walked inside.We couldn't follow him any further.The live-stream chat scrolled wildly.[This is the most expensive area in the city. A single square meter can go for seven figures! How does Mr. Wilshere have an access card to a place like that?!][Look how smooth and familiar his movements are! It doesn't feel like it's his first time here!]Amber grew eager to step forward, but I grabbed her arm and pulled her back."Stop. There's no point."When we returned to that rundown apartment and opened the door, a dark silhouette stood right before us.Red, bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at me."Walt!"Amber instantly pulled me behind her to shield me.The lights flickered on, and my father was smiling as usual."You're back? Don't go out in the middle of the night. But of course... you're a

Before the reporters' cameras, my father looked at me with swollen eyes."I'm sorry, Walt, I can't do this any more... I love you, but I also want to stay alive to keep you company for a little longer."The moment Amber returned, she smashed the pinhole camera to pieces."I shouldn't have listened to you! For 30 days, I tormented an innocent father! I'm done! Take care of yourself!""It's not 30 days yet," I reminded her.Without answering, she packed her bag and turned to leave."Farewell," I said goodbye.Her footsteps paused, and she turned back. "What did you say?"I smiled."Thank you for keeping me company, but barring any accidents, I'm about to die."She paused, spat out a cold "liar", and slammed the door shut behind her.On the night of the 30th day, I lay quietly in bed.Suddenly, the window was pulled open with a violent yank.Amber climbed in through the window and grabbed me firmly by the shoulders."There's something wrong with your father! The live-streams

Amber stood at the very front, her head wrapped in bandages."Right here! Don't miss a single thing!""Turn them off! Turn off those cameras!"My father instantly panicked.A surging tide of reporters poured into the room under Amber's lead. The Wilshere family's bodyguards failed to intercept the reporters, and their defensive line was completely breached.The ropes binding me were cut away. Amber pulled the cotton out of my mouth while shouting, "There has to be evidence inside the hospital! Check every corner!""Throw these people out!" my mother shrieked in panic.The moment Amber helped me up to leave, I caught sight of my parents through the dense crowd of people. They were holding my terrified older brother tightly in their arms, looking anxious and nervous.It was the kind of love and affection that 18 years of pretense could never replicate.My father caught sight of me, too.I heard an angry roar from behind me."Don't you dare leave, Walt Wilshere! Are you just go

The Wilshere family's private hospital was raided and sealed off, and all the specialized medical equipment prepared for Bruce was thoroughly destroyed.The court officially halted the Wilshere family's illegal transplant operations.As I gradually regained the ability to stand under Amber's attentive care, my very first priority was to visit the hospital and check on my family.Bruce was no longer looking so high and mighty. Lying in a hospital bed hooked up to a respirator, he looked as though he might breathe his last any second.Upon seeing me—healthy and intact—his hand twitched frantically as if trying to reach out and grab me."Why... we were so close... just a little bit more..."If only you hadn't resisted... I... I could have survived! I could have lived!!"My parents sat beside his hospital bed, turning their hollow, dark-rimmed eyes toward me with gazes devoid of any vitality.Their eldest son's illness had thoroughly crushed them. With the court acting upon the evi