I Will Not Expect Anything From My Ungrateful Father นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He still played the role of a father in my life. “Honestly, I wouldn't be here having this kind of conversation if it were a random person. I am still here with you because you are my father. Are you not listening to what you are saying? I mean, you should be ashamed of yourself right now. You call this paradise? I am living in hell. It was because of fate I had to hold myself together and bring myself out of shame. I never expected this to come. You are the cause of all this suffering from the beginning to the end of this. You were the one who caused the death of my friends, and you still had in mind to allow me to die because of your loans. Furthermore, you have done this before, and it pu

I let out a hard smile. Father's eyes were filled with rage, he staggered toward me, every step in him compressed with turmoil. "You ungrateful bastard.." I felt a pain on my right cheek making me shut my eyes. He has slapped me, it wasn't the first time he did it, so it doesn't hurt any longer. "If taking back my position from a cruel monster like you is what makes me an ungrateful human then so be it father," I retorted, in pain. It doesn't hurt that he hit me, but still subsumes with the power which was about to pull him down to the bottom pit.

I locked them, refusing to collapse in front of him. "If you walk away," he murmured, leaning down until his lips were inches from my ear, "your father goes to federal prison for fraud. Or the stress kills him first. Is that what you want? To be the ungrateful child who destroyed her family for a little bit of... freedom?" The accusation hit with the force of a physical blow. Ungrateful. The word my mother had weaponized since I was five years old. Jake pulled back, checking his reflection in the side mirror. He looked bored. He looked victorious.

“This is what you have turned me into, mom! And dad, why are you so unbothered? You think he is my friend when you no nothing about how I grew up all alone with people that aren't my parents–” “Keep quiet and stop being ungrateful, Child! I endured sleepless nights to give you this luxurious life. I did everything to make you the woman you are today!” My father yelled at me. He thought I was ungrateful whereas, I was attempting to let him know that I had suffered great injustice and that event had caused me to become a woman no one should find out about… an addict… “Why does it feel like you did all of that for yourself and your reputation? You didn't do it for me, dad. If that was the case,

I never imagined Father would think so highly of me. I nodded firmly. "I won't let you down, Father." Kyle crawled to Father's feet, stumbling and scrambling. "No, Father, you can't do this..." Before he could finish, Father kicked him away and said coldly, "Don't call me that anymore. I don't have an ungrateful wretch like you for a son!" With that, he had someone drag Kyle out.

“Ungrateful. That’s what you are. All of this… everything your father and I built for you. You wouldn’t have this life if it weren’t for me. But you don’t care. You never have.” I feel my pulse quicken, the anger rising. “I didn’t ask for any of this. You think I’m supposed to be grateful for everything you ‘gave’ me? You think I should be thankful for a legacy built on lies, on manipulation? You cast Lawrence aside like he didn’t matter, and now you expect me to pick up the pieces.” Her face flushes, the mask of perfection cracking for a moment, and I see the hurt there. For a split second, I feel a twinge of guilt. But I quickly suppress it. I’m done with guilt. Done with pretending.

after working so hard to see you attain the heights you attained in the group, this is how you failed her. Your father would be turning in his grave, just knowing how stupid a son he gave birth to. I was supposed to look after you, that is what I was told to. I was supposed to carry you along and help you all through, but I will be stupid, if I keep such a promise. I will be more stupid, if I let you live, and I will be telling a big lie, if I say I forgive you. I am disappointed in you, and I will kill you, just to show you how angry and disappointed I am.

"You always say that as though you're doing something big." He let out a cold laugh. "When in reality, you're doing nothing." "I didn't raise you to become a loser, Vaeldric." There was restrained anger beneath Father's deep voice. Perhaps his expectations had always been too high. Or perhaps I had simply never been enough to be his son. "Starting today." His voice grew firmer. "Stop behaving like a child who expects everyone else to understand what's inside his head." He turned to face me. "Make a decision."

The memo read, "If it's not enough, just tell me. Don't go without." I stared at those words, and the tears came flooding out. This was the father I'd spent 18 years hating? I wiped my eyes and, still shaking, opened a different text thread. I took a deep breath and typed out a message. "Mom, I need money urgently. Can you ask Dad for me again?" Her reply came as fast as it always did. "You know what your father's like. He's not going to give you anything, Sawyer. You need to learn to handle things on your own.

My father puked all over himself as he saw that, and I stepped back so as not to get soiled. “You blame us for your misfortune when it was you who squandered every penny that was given to you on booze and gambling. If it weren’t for me, you would be long dead by now. I worked my ass off day and night just so we could all have food to eat, and never once got a thank you from you, so this is for being an ungrateful asshole!” I struck his right shoulder and he blubbered as it immediately dislocated from the joint. I stepped away from him and let the hammer drop to the floor. I was horrified at what I had just done, but I didn’t feel an ounce of guilt.