They Tried to Kill Me for Their Fake Son

Cade's POV

To them, I was nothing but an obstacle.

If that was the case, there was no reason for me to stay in this house any longer.

Mom had little patience for me. After a few half-hearted words telling me to cheer up, she made an excuse and left. Outside, I could faintly hear Jed suggesting they go shopping for luxury brands. As expected, Mom gleefully agreed and the two of them excitedly left hand-in-hand.

I let out a bitter laugh. I might be blind, but I wasn’t deaf.

I knew Jed was doing this on purpose, trying to provoke me into storming out and making a scene. He wanted me labeled as unstable so they could have me locked away in a psychiatric ward.

But I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

Surrounded by darkness, I whispered, “Hey, Siri, call Mr. Ward.”

As soon as the line connected, I spoke calmly. “Stop all financing. And get me a private flight out of the country. Immediately.”

Suddenly, I heard a cheerful female voice. "Auntie and Jed aren't here?" It was my girlfriend.

She must've come to visit me.

She didn’t know the truth about my parents or Jed. Right now, she was probably downstairs chatting with my dad. Just as I was about to call her up, I heard my father whispered, "They went shopping. I'll have the driver take you to them right away."

Then he added, "When are you breaking up with Cade? Jed is the perfect match for you. You two belong together."

My hands quickly clenched into fists. I never imagined my own father could be so biased.

Polly Clayton, my girlfriend, and I had been together for eight years. We met back when I was still in school. She never knew my true identity, only that I was an orphan, and she never cared. A year ago, when I reunited with my birth family, I came clean and introduced her to my parents.

That was when Jed claimed to have fallen for her at first sight. He pursued her relentlessly, but Polly never wavered. My parents pretended to scold him, but now I realized they never truly cared about me.

After I lost my sight, they even tried to push Polly towards him.

Determined to confront them, I pushed my wheelchair forward, but then I heard Polly let out a heavy sigh.

"Maybe I should go check on Cade first," she said softly.

A warmth spread through my chest. She still cared about me.

But what she said next shattered me.

"Over the past eight years, I kept an eye on Cade for you. I even cut the brakes on his car myself. Honestly, I still feel a little guilty about it. Maybe we should wait until he recovers before we tell him we’re married."

My mouth fell open. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

Eight years? I only reunited with my parents a year ago. How could she have been watching me all that time?

Also, she and Jed were married? How? They just met each other when I was taken back home.

With the revelation swirling around my head, I felt my heart sank into a bottomless pit.

Then my father spoke again, his tone matter-of-fact. "When the national genetic database went live eight years ago, we found out Cade was our real son. But he missed out on years of elite education. He’s just a worthless thug."

He continued, "If only I weren't afraid he'd learn the truth and cause trouble, I'd have never arranged for you to stay by his side. After all, you and Jed were childhood sweethearts."

At the mention of the word, a memory flashed in my mind. Once, I found a photo on Jed's phone. It was of him and a girl I didn't recognize, though she bore a striking resemblance to Polly. Back then, I didn't think much of it.