Chapter 1After Mom Died, the Tycoon Father Lost His Mind

Mom went to the hospital for a check-up. When she came back, she often cried over a piece of paper. I secretly took that paper to Dad.

Dad tore it to shreds, roaring at her, "How long are you going to keep up this 'playing sick' act? Are you using our child now too?"

He slammed the door and left. I crawled into bed and hugged Mom, crying, "Mommy, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gone to Daddy."

Mom said nothing. She just wiped away my tears and smiled gently at me.

Later, Mom really died.

And my father, the aloof CEO who never loved her, held her lifeless body, crying like a madman.

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Mom hadn't spoken to me for a long time. No matter what I said to her, she ignored me. I could only curl up on the sofa by myself, playing with my building blocks. When I was hungry, I'd eat snacks and fruit from the fridge.

I really wanted to call Dad. But Mom’s phone was dead. After I charged it and turned it on, it asked for a password. I didn't know Mom's password. So, I just waited for Dad to call us.

But in my heart, I knew. Dad wouldn't call us. He didn't want us anymore. He had been living with Aunt Serena.

The last time I saw him was when he brought Aunt Serena's daughter, Bethany, to our kindergarten sports day. Seeing him, I was so excited. I hadn't seen Daddy in such a long, long time. I wanted to rush over and yell, "Daddy! Daddy!"

But Mom pulled me back. She said, "Sweetheart, that's not your daddy. You're mistaken."

How could that be? That was my daddy. I couldn't be mistaken. I still wanted to call out, but Mom picked me up and carried me to a quiet corner. I huddled in her arms, watching Daddy hold Bethany the whole time. He wiped her sweat, gave her water, and tore open a chocolate bar, feeding it into her mouth.

When Bethany fell and scraped her knee, Daddy immediately ran over, checked her injury, and asked tenderly, "Does it hurt? Come on, let me blow on it, make the boo-boos fly away."

Bethany wailed, stretching her arms out to my daddy. "It hurts! Hug me! I want a hug!"

Daddy picked her up. He gently wiped the tears from her face with his finger, whispering comforting words to her. I heard him say he was taking her for a hamburger.

I understood. I was mistaken. That wasn't my daddy.