Until my father saw me walking with him, he said to me, “Darren is a good kid, but our family is average. Their class pays attention to matching. You and him are not suitable. Such families are easy to be bullied. Keep your distance from him.”
I began to become sensitive and inferior, slowly stayed away from him and avoided him.
Until that day, I ran into Darren on the way home and a man with a knife suddenly ran out beside me. He stabbed Darren without saying a word.
I didn’t have time to think, so I grabbed his hand and tried to snatch his knife. Fortunately, I practiced a little Taekwondo and was quite strong, although in the end I still got a cut on my right hand.
That was Gray Company business rival, who targeted the future heir because of bankruptcy.
Darren hugged me tightly, his voice anxious and crying. “Why are you so stupid? Don’t you want to live?”
It was not a serious injury, but he asked me to be hospitalized and stayed by my side.
On the day of discharge, he knelt down at the gate and proposed to me and I nodded greedily.
Darren was very good to me and he put me first in everything. He was so good that even my father put aside the class gap.
I carefully maintained this greedy happiness and treated Darren twice as well.
It was not until his childhood sweetheart returned to Linkon that everything changed.
She was divorced by domestic violence abroad. After returning, her father died in an accidental car accident and her mother fell ill.
Darren said that she was now helpless and had depression symptoms and he couldn’t ignore her.
So he arranged her to be his assistant, gave her a high salary, took her on business trips and even booked a double bed in a room. He said Addison was afraid to sleep alone and they were innocent.
He spent more time with her than me, as if I was the third party.
I didn’t expect that my tolerance would lead to my father’s death because he tried to please Addison.
I really hate myself. If I had left him earlier, would I have avoided losing my father?
After packing all the gifts, I went to the study to print out the divorce agreement, signed it and put it on the coffee table in the living room.
The cemetery had been chosen long ago, right next to my mother and I was ready to take my father’s ashes to bury him.