Mom's Sudden Stroke, Dad's Busy with His Mistress at Disneyland

In the past, I used to look forward to having dinner with my dad.

He always claimed to be busy with work, having no time for me. The rare occasions when he took me and my mom out for a meal were times I cherished.

But later, I realized every time he said he was on a business trip, he was actually spending time with his mistress and her son.

It dawned on me that he only didn't have time for us.

I looked at my dad, now furious and fuming, and felt a mix of bitterness and irony.

This would be the last meal we ever had together.

Just then, a familiar figure approached us.

It was the mistress.

She swayed her hips as she walked over, looking down at me with a smug smile. "Mr. Jones, the dishes in the private room are ready, and the guests are waiting."

My dad's expression changed instantly. He hadn't expected her to be so bold. He quickly shot her a look. "Got it. I know. Uh... Assistant Green, go ahead and entertain the guests for now."

I let out a chuckle—so my dad was quite good at improvising.

"Mr. Jones, if you have things to handle, go ahead. We can talk about our matters another time." I stood up, ready to leave.

"Don't go, Gloria," my dad said, flustered, grabbing my arm.

I glanced over at the private room where the mistress had emerged. The table was laden with delicacies, a stark contrast to the plain dishes in front of me.

I thought to myself, I really shouldn't have come today. Shaking off his hand, I walked straight toward the door.

"Gloria Jones! If you walk out that door today, don't bother calling me dad again!"

I let him shout. I had long stopped wanting to call him dad.

"Fine! Your mom won't answer my calls, huh? Then I'll call your grandfather!"

The moment I heard that, my heart sank, and I immediately turned to stop him—but it was too late.

"Dad, tell Olivia to stop acting. She won't pick up. Fine. We'll go to the civil affairs bureau tomorrow!"

Once again, my heart plummeted. These past days, my grandfather had already been heartbroken over losing his daughter, and now my dad was going to hurt him even more!

I heard my grandfather‘s voice on the other end of the line, angrily cursing my father. "Max Jones, you beast! How could you neglect your wife even in death? You are utterly heartless!"