The Beggar Who Lost His Billionaire Mother

I had just picked up medicine for my feverish son from the hospital. The moment I pushed open the front door, I heard sharp, mocking laughter coming from the living room.

"Eat this! This is imported dog food, hundreds of dollars per pound---more expensive than the meat you country bumpkins eat for Christmas! Don't be ungrateful!"

My heart sank. Without even changing my shoes, I rushed into the living room.

The scene before me made my blood boil. My mind exploded with a deafening buzz.