Chapter 2

I dedicated my entire youth to this family.

I asked for nothing in return, raising my son alone and caring for Henry by myself.

Yet, even in death, the only person Henry loved was another woman!

And what about me? What was I to him?

A massive wave of frustration and anger left me unable to breathe.

If time could flow backward, I would want to ask him to his face.

Ask him why he treated me this way!

Why did he lie to me for all these years!

The house manager signaled the bodyguards, and they restrained Jason. Then, he and a few strong men lifted Henry's coffin up.

I glanced at it and said coldly, "Take him out of the coffin and dump him anywhere you like."

"Give this plot of land to someone else!"

Jason went wild the moment he heard this. He roared at me, "Mom! You can't do this!"

"If you do this, I'll kill myself right now to accompany him!"

"I'll tell him myself just how vicious you are—that you wouldn't even let him be after he died!"

He struggled violently as he screamed, as if he had lost his mind. Even the bodyguards had trouble holding him down.

The house manager hurried over to mediate. "Young man! How can you speak to your mother like that!"

"Ma'am, please don't be angry, calm down!"

"We're family, let's talk this through!"

Hearing that, I calmed down a little.

I looked at my son, his eyes red and filled with hatred, and felt a wave of sorrow. It had been so hard for us to repair our relationship, and now we were at odds again.

Ever since Henry was diagnosed with heart failure, Jason had looked at me as if I were his enemy.

In his mind, I was the one who killed his father.

And, as a matter of fact, that was true.

That year, Henry and I were in love and preparing to get married. But my parents strongly opposed the marriage. Because Henry's family was poor, my parents thought he was only after my money.

Later, to prove himself, Henry worked his life away. He worked day and night; he would work twenty hours a day. My parents were moved by his perseverance and finally agreed to the marriage.

After we married, Henry didn't slow down; he kept working constantly. He was even too busy to show up when I was giving birth.

After our son was born, I was the one who worked hard to raise him while Henry kept chasing money.

Not long after, he was diagnosed with heart failure.

The cause was extreme cardiovascular strain. Due to his prolonged overwork, his heart muscle structure and function lost the ability to compensate, leading to heart failure.

When Jason, who had always been distant with me, found out, he roared, "It's all your fault! You're the one who killed my dad!"

From then on, our relationship became more and more strained. He even moved out of the family estate, saying that being with me brought him bad luck.

Out of guilt, I gave him everything I could. I was even preparing to hand over the position of Chairperson to him.

"Clatter!"

Suddenly, something fell to the floor.

I looked up and saw a notebook fall from Henry's body.

I was just about to pick it up when Jason suddenly roared at me, "Don't you touch it!"

"That's Dad's thing! You aren't allowed to touch it!"

I paused, puzzled. "Why? Is there something in there you don't want seen?"

As if I had hit the nail on the head, Jason bit his lip, feeling guilty, and quickly retorted, "My dad said nobody is allowed to touch it!"

I looked at him with contempt, picked up the notebook, and said dismissively, "Well, I'm going to see exactly what's written in here!"