The huge inheritance of my third uncle

In my past life, the hospital called me at this time.

I rushed to the hospital to take care of Caleb right away.

But his son was still out eating late-night snacks and singing karaoke with friends, having a great time.

I sincerely gave my all.

I even gave all of my youth.

But in the end, I was mercilessly mocked by Caleb and his son, trampling my dignity underfoot.

This time, I definitely wouldn't rush to the hospital right away.

Caleb had his beloved son.

He believed. "What are you to me? Why should my estate go to you instead of my son?"

I thought it was right.

Even if I lived again, I felt he wasn't wrong.

It was right for the estate to go to his son.

But I wouldn't give up all my youth for him again!

His son, rightfully, should take care of him in his paralysis.

What I needed to do was study abroad.

I turned off my phone and focused on my own affairs.

Two days later...

In the cafeteria, I was eating when Isaac rushed over, furious.

He flipped my tray.

"What are you doing?"

I asked.

"Wesley, you jerk!"

Isaac was furious, yelling at me, "My dad's in the hospital with a stroke. The doctors say he might be paralyzed and in a wheelchair for the rest of his life! How can you still have the time to sit here and eat?"

In the past, when I first heard the news from the hospital, I was nervous, and I rushed there without a second thought.

But now...

When I heard Isaac tell me this, I felt nothing.

I calmly looked at Isaac. "Is that so?"

"Do you think I'd joke about something like that?"

Isaac was furious.

He acted as if his father's paralysis was my fault.

I shook my head. "If that's the case, shouldn't you be at the hospital taking care of your dad instead of bothering me here?"

This probing question left him speechless.

He clenched his teeth, unable to speak for a moment, and then finally said, "Don't you have a conscience? My dad worked hard to raise you and put you through college. Shouldn't you be there to take care of him now?"

"That's natural."

I nodded and said, "I must have this conscience, but what about you?"

"Me?" Isaac looked at me, puzzled.

"You rushed over to see me in such a hurry. Could it be that you want me to look after your dad so you can go out and have fun?"

I said bluntly.

That was exactly what happened in my previous life.

His dad was paralyzed.

He wasn't thinking about his father.

Instead, he was preoccupied with what gift to buy for the school beauty he admired, whose birthday was coming up, to win her heart.

He was thinking about his own future.

He was thinking about going abroad to study.

He was thinking about how to use me...

"Shouldn't it be like this? My dad is also your foster father!"

Isaac said, his voice less confident and even stammering a bit.

I gave him a half-smiling look and then walked away.