“I’m sorry, Leo. I just wanted you to succeed—I didn’t realize that I pushed you too hard. Please don’t take it to heart, okay? I’ll do better, I promise.” His tone was sincere, his expression full of regret.
But I remembered everything from my past life.
It was raining hard that night. I was riding my electric bike when a sudden sharp pain hit my chest. I lost control and fell on the side of the road.
My vision blurred, rain mixed with mud filling my nose and mouth. Just before I lost consciousness, I saw a familiar black Maybach slowly passing by. Traffic forced it to slow down—it even stopped five meters away at a red light.
The window rolled down and our eyes met.
My father’s eyes swept over me casually. No pause. No confusion. Not even a flicker of emotion. Just like seeing a dying stray dog by the roadside. Then the window rolled up again and as the light turned green, the car drove away.
So now, hearing his so-called apology, all I felt was disgust.
He wasn’t admitting fault—he was surrendering because Grandpa had cut off his money.
Once the crisis passed, he’d go back to being the same man as before—probably even worse after the humiliation he received today.