For years, I was busy with my career, pouring all my energy into work. By the time Adam turned eighteen, I had climbed the ranks to general manager. And it was on the very day of my promotion that the car accident happened.
Everything happened so conveniently.
As my soul drifted away, I saw those villains celebrating next to my lifeless body.
"Good boy, Lainey's dead. All her money is ours now. This is your best birthday present from me."
I was filled with hatred, wishing I could tear them apart, crush them one by one.
Fortunately, heaven gave me a second chance.
I glanced at Adam, standing awkwardly in the living room, and my fingers twitched.
"Honey, I think Adam wet his pants, and your building blocks fell on the floor. Come quick!"
Rowan rushed over, and when he saw the blocks he'd spent hours assembling, his expression darkened.
"Adam, how could you be so careless? This is my most treasured possession."
Adam shrank into a corner of the table, fear in his eyes.
"No, it wasn't me."
Rowan quickly realized his harsh tone and softened his voice.
"Uh, just don't touch the blocks anymore, okay? Come on, let's get you changed."
A seven-year-old is bound to have little accidents like this.