“You’re seriously ill, and instead of taking care of you, she goes to the airport to greet Jason, that worthless freeloader? Clearly, she doesn’t care about you. You should’ve divorced her long ago.”
The woman before me was Olivia Carter, the beloved daughter of the powerful Carter Family.
Compared to them, the Scott Family was a joke. If the Carters wanted to crush them, the Scotts would collapse overnight.
Olivia and I had practically grown up together.
As a child, she was frail and sickly, so Mr. Carter Sr. took her to live in the Midwest countryside for many years.
My grandfather treated her with herbal medicine and acupuncture, while I spent my days playing by her side. She stayed until she was fifteen, then returned to the city with her grandfather.
When she left, she clung to me, crying, begging me to wait for her, promising she would marry me one day.
After my grandfather passed, I left the countryside too. By chance, I saved Mr. Scott when he suffered a heart attack.
Mr. and Mrs. Scott arranged housing and work for me, treated me with kindness, and eventually encouraged me to marry Vanessa.