"Dad, Mr. Collins has already suffered so much. He has no family, no children."
"We’re only changing our surname to give him some comfort in his final moments."
"Grandpa, Dad is right."
"Mr. Collins has been very kind to us. He even wrote us into his will, leaving us his family property."
"Even if we change our surname, we’re still your grandsons."
"It’s not such a big deal."
"Yes, Grandpa. Nowadays, many people take their mother’s surname."
"Besides, Grandma has already remarried. It’s only reasonable for us to follow her lead."
"And if it matters that much, we can always change it back after the funeral."
Listening to their words, I felt that I struggled to breathe.
My son… My grandsons… They were the people I had poured my entire life into.
Lucas was born after a difficult labor. I carried him down five flights of stairs, rushing him to the special care unit. Along the way, my head struck a corner, leaving my face bloodied, but I did not stop.
Xavion was once chased by a rabid dog. I threw myself in front of him, fighting off two mad dogs with nothing but my bare hands. The injuries left me bedridden for three months.