Second Life: I Only Live for Myself
Your mother and I certainly won't be able to depend on you to take care of us once we grow old.
Just like that, my things were stolen from me yet again.
In my previous life, it wasn't until the moment I died that I finally understood—things that could be stolen from me probably never belonged to me in the first place, just like that award-winning painting, the art exhibition, and Mom and Dad's favoritism.
There were still some things they could never steal from me, though—my inherent talent and ability to learn.
I snapped out of my thoughts and looked up at my parents. I then nodded and said, "I'll let Jane have it, then."