After Being Forced to Call the Mistress "Mom", I Destroyed My Scumbag Father's Family

At the family reunion dinner, my father pointed at his mistress decked out in designer brands and told me to call her "Mom."

My real mother rushed in, just like in my previous life, only able to wipe away her tears.

She had put on her most presentable outfit, yet still looked poor, haggard, and timid.

She didn't even dare to speak up and say she was my birth mother.

My heart ached, but I restrained myself from offering her a tissue.

I couldn't choose her again, or we would both die horribly.