An Unfilial Son and Unkind Mother

When I was planning, Kane called me and asked me to pay.

I called the teacher to ask about the recent situation of Kane, and he slowly and hesitantly spoke up.

It turned out that Kane was isolated by his classmates due to his stealing of the class funds.

The school wasn't big enough to cover his stealing up, so many students started discussing this matter in class group chat.

As more people joined the discussion, more people knew about Kane's attempted theft.

Even someone told the story about Kane bullying and extorting his classmates in junior high school.

Kane became famous throughout the school for his scandal.

And probably in order to clear his reputation, he invited the entire class to a dinner at a five-star hotel.

He had no money, so out of habit, he asked me to pay.

Refusing to indulge his behavior, l blacklist him directly.

Two hours later, my phone rang again. It was an unfamiliar number.

I answered the phone and heard Kane's angry roar, "Why don't you come to pay?"

I rolled my eyes, admired my new manicure, and said, "I have no money."

"What should I do? So many of my classmates are watching me. How can you let me lose face like this?" he retorted.

I sneered, "As if you care about losing face."

"Damn it!" Kane cursed angrily. I could even hear his clear and nervous breathing.

After a brief silence, he softened, "Mom, I know I was wrong. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have gotten angry with you before."

"Do you know what they're saying about me in class? They laugh at me and call me a thief. They don't want to play with me. I've been isolated by the whole class."

"Mom, please help me just this once. I beg you. I want to repair my relationships with my classmates, create a positive study environment, excel in college, make you proud, and provide you with a comfortable retirement."

Kane was painting grandiose dreams, just like his father.

However, I was not interested.

I responded coldly, "I have no money. Sort it out yourself."

"Mom, you can't do that to me!"

I hung up and turned off my phone directly.

My attention was now focused on my fresh manicure, a stunning deep red.

In my over forty years of life, only during this period had I truly felt what real life was.

At night, I lay in bed and reviewed my previous life.

Unexpectedly, I recalled my childhood dream of becoming a designer to craft a beautiful and cozy home for myself.

Thinking of this, I immediately sat up from the bed, turned on the computer I bought for Kane, and searched for "self-taught drawing", "design courses", "design enrollment", etc.

Suddenly, a knock interrupted my thoughts. It was the policeman, Kane, and a stranger.

It turned out that Kane, attempting to save face, was caught trying to skip out on the bill after treating his classmates, but he was caught red-handed.

After hearing about the situation from the police, the hotel manager apologized and offered a discount before presenting me with the bill.

I turned my head and saw Kane lounging on the sofa, holding a bottle of Coke in his hand and swinging his legs.

He shouted at me, "Someone is even coming to our house to collect the debt. Aren't you ashamed? Pay the bill quickly and make me a meal. I am hungry."

The police and hotel manager exchanged glances, their eyes revealing pity for me.

Kane was probably angry that I didn't pay for him, and now he sought to embarrass me by creating a scene.

He taunted, "What are you looking at? You're a lackey to capitalists."

"And you, what are you staring at? Watch out, or I'll gouge your eyes out! The food is so bad, and you still have the nerve to ask for so much money, ugh!"

After downing a bottle of Coke, he flung it, hitting the policeman on the head.

As the officer winced in pain, Kane smirked, "Right on target. I'm really awesome."

The police and the hotel manager wore grim expressions. They somewhat couldn't control their anger and wanted to lose their temper.

Meanwhile, Kane continued to make trouble.

In his memory, I would always clean up his mess. The bigger the trouble he caused, the more miserable I would be.

I apologized to the police and the hotel manager with a smile and picked up the stick to hit Kane.