My Father’s Affair, My Magic Powers, and the Man Who Saved Me

“You can’t even feed yourself, and yet you’re pitying others?” Zane laughed while scolding Sean.

He turned to me, coldly saying, “Come in. Eat, then leave. Don’t think you can stay here!”

I watched as Zane fed his sister with a spoon at the table. His sister seemed different from other kids. Sean told me that she was five years old and still couldn’t speak, possibly due to autism.

The two brothers were working hard to make money and take her to a hospital for children with autism.

Zane seemed to think Sean and I were talking too much for strangers, so he interrupted us.

After dinner, I went to the hospital. I paid, but it wasn’t enough.

I begged the doctor for one more day.

After helping my mom change her clothes, I went home to figure something out.

While doing laundry, I casually muttered, “If only the washing machine could shake out some money.”

To my shock, my washing machine really shook out fifty thousand yuan.

Then I whispered, “What if I open the window and let the wind blow the money into my house?”

I was just joking.

But then a gust of wind blew open my window, and countless bills fluttered into my living room.

I thought I must have been blessed with some sort of magic.

On my way to the hospital, I kept trying it, but it seemed like the magic had worn off.

That was until I bought a hot dog and casually asked, “How much is it?”

To my surprise, I found 12 yuan in my pocket, and that’s when I finally realized what was happening.

I couldn’t believe it. I had money-making abilities.

I paid my mom’s medical bills and even upgraded her to a private room.

“Clara, where did you get this money from? Have you been hiding something from me?” My mom said, her eyes red and filled with emotion.

“Mom, don’t worry. I earned it with my own abilities. Just focus on getting better. I’ll have a surprise for you when you get home!”

During the time my mom was recovering, I spent my days figuring out ways to make money.

Eventually, I became so exhausted that hearing the word “money” made me want to vomit.

I decided to deposit the money into several large banks.

This morning, I went to the bank with the money. When I reached the last one, I realized it was the bank where my dad worked.

I wore a mask and carried the money into the bank. My dad rushed over to greet me and help.

I was worried he might recognize me, so I quickly turned to another staff member and said, “Could you assist me? You seem more pleasant to deal with.”

“Of course, please follow me,” the staff member said enthusiastically.

My dad was confused but also disappointed to lose a potential commission.

After I finished, I told him, “I have another sum of money to deposit, but I can’t carry it on my own.”

When he reported it, the bank sent an armored truck to my house to collect the money.

Because of my deposit, my dad’s bank vice-manager was promoted to manager, and my dad was also promoted to vice-manager.

Of course, he had no idea it was my money.

The commotion caused by the armored truck coming to my house to collect the money was too much. It was clear that I couldn’t stay in this neighborhood anymore.

So, I decided it was time to buy a house.

I hired a private car to take my mom home from the hospital. On the way, she looked a little down.

She was expecting a big surprise from me when we got home.

Instead, as soon as she entered, she collapsed on the floor crying. While sobbing, she said:

“Clara, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have made you sacrifice so much at such a young age.”

“Mom, I won’t take any more medicine. Please, don’t hang around that person anymore.”

What?? I was completely baffled.

My mom thought I had been “kept” by someone and that’s how I had money.

“Mom, where are you getting these ideas from? Do you even remember how our family fell apart?”

“Do you really think I would become someone’s mistress? I hate mistresses, how could I possibly do that?!”

My mom asked, “Then tell me the truth, how did you get the money?”