They Hate Me, Then They Mourn Me
As Mom and Dad arrive at the company to hand it over to their biological son, Nick Yeager, I throw myself off the 30th floor.
Blood splatters everywhere, and the crowd scatters in panic. Mom and Dad also scream in horror at the sight.
But the moment they realize the dead person is me, the fear drains from their faces, replaced by nothing but disgust.
"Back then, we brought home the wrong baby, so Nathan got to enjoy 20 years of wealth and privilege for nothing. Instead of being grateful to us for raising him, he kept making things hard for Nick after we acknowledged him and brought him home. And now he's killed himself at the office? What an ungrateful bastard!"
The onlookers curse at