Love's Vanishing Act After Bankruptcy

True love, or so it was claimed, disappeared as soon as my dad went bankrupt and ran away.

In my previous life, when my dad was hospitalized because of an injury, my mom and I hired a caregiver at a high wage to look after him.

However, the caregiver ended up having an affair with him.

After my dad recovered, he bluntly said that he had encountered true love that didn't care about money. On the contrary, he accused my mom and me of only knowing how to spend money and enjoy ourselves.

When the mistress and her daughter moved into our house and my dad forced us to get a divorce, my mom found out that all the assets had been transferred completely, leaving us with a debt of 200 million dollars.

Devastated, my mom jumped from a tall building.

As for me, having performed poorly in the college entrance examination and suffering from the pain of losing my mother one after another, I wanted to ask my dad for an explanation, only to be beaten to death by his family.

In this new life, I've come back to the day when my dad got injured.

This time, I wouldn't spend a single penny. I was curious to see how his so-called beautiful and kind-hearted true love who didn't care about money would take care of him.

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"How is my husband? Is his condition serious?" Hearing the gentle female voice beside my ear, I realized that I had returned to the day when my dad was hospitalized because of his injury.

My kind and gentle mom hadn't yet seen through the true nature of the man beside her pillow and was still worried about her beloved husband.

Little did she know that her husband had already rekindled his old flame with his first love.

Thinking of this, I quickly comforted my mom, "Mom, don't worry. Dad just got injured in a fall, that's all. It's you that I'm worried about. With Dad's accident, your heart condition has relapsed. Go home and rest. I'll take care of things at the hospital."

Regardless of what my mom thought, I managed to persuade her to go home.

In my previous life, when my mom heard about Dad's injury, despite her poor health due to her heart condition, she rushed to the hospital to take care of him.

Eventually, she couldn't hold on any longer and went home to recover. But in Dad's eyes, she was still heartless, only knowing how to spend money at home and not caring about his well-being at all.

Since that's the case, I might as well let Mom go home and rest, which will reinforce Dad's perception.

After finally persuading my mother to go home, I then strolled leisurely to the ward to see my bastard father.

As I reached the door, I realized I was interrupting a tender moment between two lovebirds.

I saw my dad's first love, Luna Green, looking as if she had just lost her husband, saying, "Kevin, my dear, how did you end up like this? It must be so painful."

My dad played along quite well, immediately struggling to sit up to wipe Luna's tears and repeatedly insisting that he was okay.

With a mentality of watching the fun, I leaned against the door and watched this wonderful performance unfold.

I must say, even though Luna was over forty years old, she still had a certain allure.

But Luna's intentions were clearly more than just showing concern; she soon brought up my mom, "Kevin, where's your wife? You're so badly hurt, and she hasn't even come to see you? I heard your wife comes from a wealthy family and has always behaved like a pampered lady. No wonder she can't handle taking care of her husband."

Seeing my dad's face turn darker, she quickly covered her mouth, pretending to be horrified, and said, "Oh, did I say something wrong? Kevin, don't take it to heart."

My dad came from a rural background and was a typical ugly duckling. He had a strong sense of male chauvinism and was extremely self-conscious.

In the past, when my grandparents were alive, he could put on an act, but after they passed away, as the live-in son-in-law, he started to act arrogantly.

He always thought that my mom should regard him as the center of her world. Even the slightest thing could hurt his delicate self-esteem.

After getting injured, he expected my mom to do the caregiver's job, taking care of him around the clock.

"Does he deserve it?"

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I didn't care if Luna wanted to flirt with men, but if she dared to make snide remarks about my mom, I would teach her a lesson on how to behave properly. "You're right. My mom comes from a well-off family and doesn't need to take care of her husband by herself. Unlike you, who are so eager to serve someone else's husband just for money."

With that, I walked up to Luna, looking her up and down as if she were a commodity. Then I said, "What, do caregivers nowadays provide such comprehensive services? Do they also offer emotional care? And are they even concerned about other people's husbands' family affairs?"

I admitted that birds of a feather flock together. People like my dad, with his kind of character, found a first love who was just like him. Both of them have egos as fragile as glass.