I have had a rich family fortune since I was a child. From the moment I was born, I was destined to study a major.
Before we got married, I was addicted to a life of dissipation and extravagance.
I am very satisfied with such a free life.
However, the family arrangement arranged a wife for me.
A wife as they see fit.
Due to the insistence of my family, I had no right to resolve the matter and had no choice but to bite the bullet and complete the wedding.
From then on, I had a family.
However, even if this is the case, it will not affect my life.
I don't have any good impression of this wife who came from marriage, let alone like her.
The days went by like this. I was out having fun and drinking, staying up all night, but my wife never paid attention to me.
No matter what I do or do, she will always look that gentle and smile at me.
I originally thought that my life would continue to be like this.
But what I didn't expect was that the birth of a little member added something else to our seemingly emotionless little family.
Yes, we have a lovely son.
It was the first time I saw such a small baby that could only cry.
The little baby seemed to be as small as my arm. It was very cute with its teeth and claws showing.
I am unconsciously attracted to the baby's every move.
After I had my baby, I couldn't play outside anymore.
All I can think about is my cute, little son.
From then on, I started to calm down.
Not only that, but my wife, who had no feelings at all, seemed to have gradually developed feelings for me.
The arrival of this child changed a lot.
As time goes by, I can even see my children growing up day by day.
From a very young baby, he gradually learns to walk and talk.
This is really amazing.
I watched my children grow up day by day with my own eyes.
And we, a family of three, seem to be living a very happy life.
I am very satisfied with this kind of happiness.
I also gradually focused on my son and wife.
My son is very obedient. He will sit at the door and watch over me every time before I come back from get off work.
They would lay out a pair of slippers for me in advance, even bring me tea and water, and squeeze my shoulders and pat my back after I had worked all day.
Where should I find such a sensible and well-behaved son?
However, a sudden serious illness made my sensible son fall ill.
At first, I thought it was just a minor cold.
But what I didn't expect was that it would be such a serious disease.
This disease seemed to be able to directly take away his fragile life.
However, what makes me most angry and shocked is that this is a powerful genetic disease.
And this genetic disease was actually passed on to my son from my wife.
When I learned this, I was really angry.
My wife has cheated on me from the beginning.
Without treatment, my son's illness can only get worse day by day.
From that time on, I locked my wife in the room and did not allow her to see my son again.
But what I didn't expect was that she would divorce me and take away the son who I valued most.
Under the influence of alcohol, I accidentally killed her.
But at the same time, I also found a way to extend my son's life.
That is to use organs from healthy people to be transferred to the son to extend his life.
But this kind of surgery is really cruel.
In order not to make my son feel sick and guilty, I deliberately concealed the operation process.
Killing one person can only buy your son's health for a month.
But even so, I am willing.
But what I didn't expect was that it would be discovered after all.
After his son discovered the cruel operation process, he began to resist the operation.
In fact, he no longer wanted to talk to me or move around. He just lay in bed all day long, as if he was waiting to die.
I saw it in my eyes, but I felt heartbroken.
Although he resisted, I never stopped such crazy surgery.
I will do whatever it takes to keep my son alive.
Even if it means that I become a villain and a sinner despised by the world, I am willing to do so.
I bear the blame alone, but I just want my son to live.
That's all.
Until I discovered the existence of a woman.
Her blood type matches my son's in every aspect.
In other words, as long as her organs are obtained and transferred to my son, my son will be healthy for ten years!
Ten years!
I won’t have to do this kind of surgery again in ten years, and I won’t have to kill anyone again.
To do this, I must take another risk.
However, this woman seems to be unusual.
I failed.
The operation was interrupted.
My son advised me not to make the same mistake again and again.
He told me to give up.
Give up, how could you give up?
Such a good opportunity.
But what I never expected was that he was tired of this kind of surgery.
My son actually took off the oxygen mask with his own hands.
He chose to end his own life.
At that moment, I realized that the pressure and self-blame he was feeling far exceeded that of me as a father.
And I have always used the cruelest method, the most unacceptable method to him, to force him to death.
It drove my son to death.
The moment my son died, my world seemed to turn dark.
I don't know what else I can do if I continue to live, what's the point.
Facing my wife, I feel guilty and self-blame. Facing my son, I feel even more reluctance and self-blame.
In other words, I saved my son's life, but at the same time, I also forced my son to death.
At that moment, I no longer had any yearning for life.
But I still have one last wish, "After I die, please bury me and my son together. This is my last wish."
Son, I'm here to find you.
Dad will always be with you and will never do anything to make you unhappy again.
Dad will always love you.
At that moment, I seemed to have left my body.
I saw my wife, who looked like an angel in a white dress beside the bed, holding her son's hand.
My son is fair and fair, and looks like a little angel.
"Dad, I've finally waited for you."
He stretched out his little hand towards me.
However, I found that I am different from them.
My whole body exudes hostility, that kind of dark black hostility, the kind of hostility that can completely devour a person.
When I turned around, I realized that the people I had killed had turned into shadows of resentment, clinging tightly to me.
Behind me is no bright road to heaven.
It is an abyss so dark that it has no bottom.
I know that I have sinned too much to go with them.
I retracted my hand: "Child, follow your mother. I will come find you later."
The son turned around reluctantly, "Dad, remember to follow me."
I hesitated for a while, and finally ran towards the light with all my strength, even though I knew that if I ran towards the light, I would be wiped out, but my son was there.
Even if it turns into ashes, I am willing.
The moment it disappeared, I held my son's hand. It was no longer a cold hand without warmth, but a warm little hand.