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I pretended to panic and hurriedly pressed the call button beside the bed. The doctor rushed in, placed a breathing mask on him, and wheeled him into the operating room. I anxiously waited outside.
A few hours later, the door to the operating room opened. I rushed over and asked, “Doctor, how is my dad?” The doctor replied, “The surgery was successful, but the patient may never wake up. Even if he does survive, it will be no different from being dead.”
“Vegetative State, that’s great!” I felt an overwhelming joy inside. Yet on the surface, I still covered my face and wept bitterly.
“Then please, doctor, give my dad the best medication!” The doctor comforted me, saying, “We will do our best.” My dad was taken to the intensive care unit. I stood outside the glass wall, watching him lie there motionless, feeling an indescribable satisfaction.
That night, I quietly slipped into the ICU and stealthily picked up his oxygen mask. It wasn’t until the electrocardiogram gradually turned into a straight line that I put the oxygen mask back down. When the doctors discovered what had happened, they helplessly stated, “We have done everything we could.”
I cried as I thanked them. “Thank you for trying to save my dad, but he’s just not meant to enjoy life.” I quickly completed all the arrangements for my father’s funeral. The advantage of having money is that it allows you to access a fast track at the crematorium, avoiding long queues for immediate cremation.
The funeral home staff approached me enthusiastically, recommending their comprehensive funeral services.
"There's no need for anything, just burn it," I said nonchalantly.
"Uh..." The salesman's face stiffened.
"Then what kind of urn would you like? We have..."
"I already said, no need for anything. This will do."
As I spoke, I pulled out a delivery box from the trunk that I had found earlier.
The salesman gaped in surprise.
I, however, paid him no mind.
After my father was cremated, I quickly handled the inheritance procedures.
My father's estate was far more substantial than I had imagined.
In addition to a large sum of cash, there was a villa, a profitable company, and investments in two promising enterprises.
My mother had always been frugal, meticulously managing our finances and never allowing me to spend recklessly, so I had grown up being quite stingy myself.
When my mother passed away during my middle school years, my father was too busy with his business to care for me.
I went to school and came home alone, cooking for myself after classes.
No one gave me pocket money; life was tight and difficult.
I never expected that one day I would become a sudden wealthy person.
Thinking of my father made me feel a deep resentment; I could almost taste the bitterness of wanting to consume him whole.
Yet when I considered the generous inheritance, my emotions became complicated.
I decided to celebrate.
I treated myself to an extravagant meal at a high-end restaurant, indulging until I was full, and then contentedly returned to the villa.
At the entrance of the villa stood two people.
One was "Nanny Xiao San," Wang Meili, and the other was her son, Wang Fugui.
Wang Meili saw my emotional turmoil and asked, "Where's your dad?"
"Could they have gotten the news?" I wondered to myself.
"He's dead."
Wang Meili froze for a moment, then suddenly lunged at me, grabbing my shirt.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"Let go of me!" I swatted her hand away.
Wang Meili cried out, "I don't believe it! Not unless I see it with my own eyes!"
"Believe what you want!"
Wang Meili rushed toward the villa, insisting, "I want to go in and see!"
I pushed her back outside. "What gives you the right to go in?"
Wang Meili glared at me furiously. "You little brat! Open the door now!"
I shot her an exasperated look.
"Are you crazy? I just told you my dad is dead; what do you want to go in and see?"
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