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On the ninth day after the car accident, Lin Jiao once again whispered to my son, urging him to persuade me. He stood casually by my hospital bed, suggesting that I transfer the company and our property into his name so that he could take better care of me. Otherwise, he claimed, it would be just like this car accident—no one to look after me. When I grew old, there would be no one to support me.
Listening to his heartless words, I couldn't help but remember that he had a comatose aunt. I immediately kicked him out. As he turned to leave, I felt a pang of guilt for being too harsh and got up to chase after him.
At the door, I overheard Lin Jiao telling him that if I had died in the accident, he could inherit everything directly. To my shock, my son didn’t even protest against her words. Anger boiled within me as I clenched my fists, struggling to suppress the urge to slap her.
After that day, my son never came back. My sister, still not fully recovered, insisted on being discharged from the hospital because she disliked staying there. On the day we were set to leave, Lin Jiao's family and my son pretended to want to see us home, having heard about it from somewhere.
Wanting to mend my relationship with my son, I didn’t refuse their offer. What I didn’t expect was that Lin Jiao's brother had just gotten his driver's license and, while trying to avoid an obstacle on the elevated highway, crashed through the guardrail and fell into the river.
Just as it seemed he would plunge down, my son jumped out of the car with his mother-in-law in his arms. My sister collided with the glass and suffered a second brain injury. When the paramedics rescued us, I forced myself to stay alert and desperately pulled the doctor towards my sister.
My son pushed me aside and rushed to check on his mother-in-law, saying that I should wait because she was in great pain. When I glanced over, I saw Lin Jiao’s mother looking smugly at me; she was protected by my son and only had a scraped knee while feigning agony.
I couldn’t think much about it; I hurriedly crawled over to check on my sister only to find she had stopped breathing. My own willpower began to fade as I slowly closed my eyes.
When the doctor finished treating us and asked if there was anyone else, my son impatiently pointed towards me without realizing that I had already passed away. In the end, it was relatives whom I had helped who took our bodies away.
The most ironic part was that during this time, my son quickly inherited the estate and took over the company. He was easily manipulated by his brother-in-law into accepting a position as sales manager at the company.
As I recounted these events, my sister's eyes were already swollen from crying. With a bitter smile, I said, “Sister, in this life, I don’t want to be a servant for their family anymore.”
With red-rimmed eyes and tears streaming down her face, she replied softly, “Sister, I'm sorry for what I've said. Since they have no place for us in their hearts—only for the the Lin Family —we don’t need to force ourselves into their lives anymore. Let’s focus on living our own lives from now on.”
I nodded, "You're right, sister. Let's pack our bags and get ready to leave! The tickets are already booked."
Half an hour later, we boarded the plane.
As for the concerns from my friends on social media, I didn't respond to any of them. I turned off all my message notifications.
As soon as the plane landed, my son's call came through.
I answered it.
"Mom, why aren't you helping me? You want to cut ties with me? How am I supposed to face anyone after this?" My son said urgently on the other end of the line.
I calmly asked him, "How do you want me to help you?"
"I wanted you to help me buy a house worth millions, but you refused. Now look at what you've done; I'm being looked down upon by my mother-in-law."
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