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My Dad Brought the Nanny Home: My Mom Mysteriously Died
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My father actually brought his mistress home. He claimed it was to hire a nanny to better take care of the family. When my mother was around, she knew to behave herself. But when my mother wasn’t there, she acted without restraint, doing whatever she pleased.
One day, I caught her coming out of my father's room wearing only her underwear and a bra. As a result, my father gave me a severe beating. He sternly warned me not to speak of this to anyone. I began to suspect that his so-called search for a nanny was just a cover for keeping a mistress.
Six months later, my mother coughed up blood and was diagnosed with a serious illness. Before I could even process what was happening, she passed away. I was convinced that they conspired to cause her death. But at that time, I was still too young to do anything about it. All I could do was hold onto my mother's portrait and weep.
The seed of revenge quietly took root in my heart.
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After my mother’s death, the nanny disappeared. My father rarely came home; when he did, he was often drunk. I suspected he had moved in with that nanny. But he was careful, and I couldn’t find any evidence.
One day, he came home looking for some documents and ended up collapsing on the floor. Struggling, he fished a small bottle out of his pocket. His hands trembled uncontrollably, and the bottle fell to the ground, spilling pills everywhere.
“Rescue Heart Pill,” I thought with a jolt. Looking at my father lying on the floor, pale-faced, I steeled myself. I rushed over and kicked his pill bottle away.
“Dad, what’s wrong?” I asked, pretending to be panicked.
He opened his mouth but couldn’t find the words.
His eyes were filled with suppressed anger and anxiety.
I continued to feign fear and rushed to his side.
“Dad, do you need some water?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll get you some water.”
I slowly poured a glass of water, watching as his breath grew weaker.
By the time the ambulance arrived, my father had already slipped into unconsciousness.
When the doctor asked me questions, I claimed I didn’t know my father had a heart condition.
After all, he rarely came home.
The doctor nodded and said nothing more.
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After the emergency treatment, the doctor’s expression was grave.
“We must perform surgery, but the success rate is less than ten percent. You need to be mentally prepared.”
Less than ten percent?
A thrill of joy surged within me.
I pretended to plead with the doctor.
“Doctor, please save my dad; he’s all I have left.”
The doctor sighed and turned to enter the operating room.
I silently prayed that my father would die.
Two hours later, the doctor removed his mask and surprisingly announced that the surgery was successful.
I slumped onto a bench.
My dad managed to sit up with the nurse's help.
He trembled as he reached for the paper and pen on the bedside table.
I asked in confusion, “Dad, what are you going to write?”
He continued to write without saying a word.
I pretended to be dutiful and cried, "Dad, you don't have to worry. I will always be here with you."
After he finished writing, he gestured for me to come closer.
"Guo Liang, this is my will. My assets will be left to you and your brother, Fu Gui..."
I was instantly taken aback.
"Dad! What do you mean by this? Are you planning to leave your fortune to an illegitimate child?"
He nodded slowly, struggling to respond.
I continued to cry.
"Dad! What time is it? You're still thinking about that illegitimate child?"
"If he really cared about you, why hasn't he come to see you even once?" My father seemed anxious.
"Guo Liang, Fu Gui is very filial. He has been taking good care of me all this time. You have another brother now; it’s good to have someone looking out for you. Fu Gui is better than you..."
"Dad, please stop!"
I cried as I snatched the will from his hands and tore it into pieces.
My father looked at me in shock. "You..."
I cried even harder.
"Dad! You need to focus on getting better; I will always be here with you!"
As I cried, I pressed my hand firmly against his chest.
His face turned red, and he widened his eyes, pointing at me. "You..."
I cried even more intensely, "Dad! You must get better!"
He opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.
I continued to apply pressure with my hand.
He slipped back into unconsciousness once again.
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