My Mother Prefers Her Boyfriend Over Her Own Child

I had to admit, this guy really knew how to talk. I was impressed.

“Actually, I didn’t commit suicide that time.”

“Bertrand invited me to dinner. I thought he wanted to patch things up, so I went.”

“But I had no idea I’d get food poisoning after eating. I ended up pooping my pants in public. I felt too ashamed to live, so I wanted to kill myself. Oh wait, I meant I wanted to wash off in the river.”

William burst into tears. Then everyone else started to insult me.

My mom roared, “Bring some laxatives, hang someone down and give them to him!”

“It looks like our Mr. Chanton is going to be the first person to poop while standing upside down.”

“Quick, grab your phones! Start to live stream and make Mr. Chanton become famous.”

The whole crowd was excited. By then, two security guards had already tied a rope around their waist and one of them pulled out a bottle of laxative. It had clearly been planned by someone, because who carries laxatives when going out?

Celine didn’t forget to remind them. “Take off his pants and clothes! Don’t leave anything hidden!”

With a cold laugh, I asked, “Celine, am I being mean to you?”

Celine sneered, “Darling, it’s because you’ve been too good to me that I need to punish you to make you better.”

I pressed further. “So whatever William says, you believe it without verifying first?”

“How could Uncle William lie?”

Celine laughed. “He didn’t even mean to say it. It just slipped out.”

I asked again, “Slips of the tongue, one after another?”

Celine’s face turned cold and she ignored me completely.

Then my mom pointed at my face. “You still dare to try and drive a wedge between me and William. If you weren’t my son, I’d have killed you!”

“Just wait. Everything you’ve done to me will come back to you a hundredfold, a thousandfold, ten thousandfold.”

My tone was unusually flat, as if I couldn’t care about what would happen. Not long after, two security guards descended on safety ropes.

One security guard said, “You restrained him. I’ll force-feed him the medication!”

I smiled and said, “Go ahead. No need to bother. I’ll cooperate.”

The two guards were stunned for a moment, but they didn’t believe me. One still held me down while the other tried to force the medicine down my throat. Yet I cooperated and swallowed it.

They were both a bit stunned, but they didn’t say anything. They then both went back up. It wasn’t long before my stomach couldn’t take it anymore.

Then, hanging upside down, I began to poop in a handstand. Even the strongest willpower couldn’t control this, gushing out with unstoppable force.

But I didn’t feel the humiliation I felt before, because I knew exactly what would happen to anyone who dared lay a hand on me.

The crowd was filming with their phones, shouting how disgusting it was, but they still watched with rapt attention. However, the scene was too chaotic for a live stream and would be blocked in seconds.