An Unfilial Son and Unkind Mother

After this matter was settled, I slipped away in time and didn't give Kane any chance to get angry at all.

After returning home, I sat on the sofa and thought about my previous life.

Kane's father, Calvin Foster, was a very arrogant and self-centered individual. He spent all his money to show off. He believed that he was a natural leader unsuited for a regular job.

So before the divorce, I was the one who supported Kane and Calvin.

After I took a lot of effort to take Kane away, I found that he had gone bad.

He was eight years old at the time.

I love my son. So I convinced myself that with enough effort, I could guide him in the right direction.

I pushed myself to the limit, worked tirelessly to provide for him, and strived to give him the best.

Unexpectedly, Kane started lying in elementary school. He claimed to be wealthy and spent my hard-earned money to impress his classmates, even forbidding me, a cleaner, from approaching his school.

When his lies were exposed, he didn't repent but instead scolded me for being incompetent, saying that I should not have given birth to him and that I had brought him so much humiliation.

That time, I felt that Kane's face overlapped with his father's.

I made great efforts to control his spending, provided daily moral guidance, and depleted my savings to transfer him to another school.

He was quiet for a long time, and I thought he had gotten better, but he actually gave me a big shot.

He stole all my money, bought a bus ticket and went to his father, but was kicked out.

Fearing his father's negative influence on him, I refrained from scolding him, taking time off work to spend entertain him.

The day when I ran out of money, I sent him back to school. He ran to the police station and accused me of being a human trafficker, saying that he was a child from a wealthy family and that I sent my child to a wealthy family to enjoy a good life.

The policeman called me to the police station. After reading a series of my information, he advised me to have Kane evaluated at a mental hospital, suspecting something was amiss with his mental state.

I could only smile bitterly, and Kane was so angry that he attacked the police on the spot.

Later, Kane always behaved badly.

He used to be in the top three in his class, but was expelled from school and didn't even have the chance to go to college.

I tried my best to persuade him to self-study, but he ran away from home and got involved in a pyramid scheme organization.

After trying my best to rescue him from the scheme, he admitted his mistakes and apologized sincerely.

He also started to study hard, eventually gaining admission to a prestigious university, and becoming a role model for many.

When I thought my efforts weren't in vain and my son was on the right track, he was arrested for telecom fraud. He swindled prospective students out of their tuition fees, leading to the tragic suicides of three young individuals.

And I was beaten to death by the victims' families.

The pain of that experience still haunted me.

I sat on the sofa, covering my face and crying.

After crying, I resigned from my two jobs and received the salaries.

I walked to the closet and prepared to dress myself up.

But my clothes were worn, tattered, and shabby.

I had only one presentable outfit.

Kane preferred luxury brands and expensive imports, resorting to deception when I refused to give him money. I worried he would go astray, so I could only satisfy his wishes while offering advice.

Thinking about it now, I was really a joke.

I decided to treat myself, indulging in shopping, enjoying compliments, and feeling rejuvenated.

I felt great.

I dined at an upscale restaurant, savoring every bite without concern for the cost.

Unable to finish, I invited a cleaner from the mall to join me. She declined, so I dragged her over.

She asked, "Is this a celebration of your divorce? You seem in high spirits."

I simply replied, "Something like that."

The same life lasted for half a month.

Maybe because I was in a good mood, I quit my remaining job and planned to start anew in a different city.