Chapter 1

My girlfriend's mother was in a car accident and was admitted to the ICU.

I sold my RV and helped her pay for all the surgery costs.

But she turned and threw herself into the arms of her first love.

I started to question her, but I didn't expect her to get angry with me directly: "What qualifications do you have to interfere in my private life? You don't have a car or a house; you don't deserve to be by my side!"

My girlfriend's mother also blamed me.

Later, she and her first love dominated the hot searches due to bad news.

I was sitting at my desk, signing a thirty million dollar contract.

Sharon has been acting strange these past few days.

She often goes out early and comes back late, leaving her mother, who just woke up from a car accident, for me to take care of.

At night, when I leaned in close to her collar, she sighed and said tiredly, "I'm tired. I don't want to now."

With that, she turned away.

I couldn't understand why she was being so cold.

The next morning, while Sharon was still sleeping, I got up to make breakfast and prepared a pot of chicken soup for her mother.

Taking advantage of this time, I decided to tidy up the mess in the house.

Sharon has a habit of leaving things scattered everywhere, and when I picked up her bag, I unexpectedly found a bottle of lubricant inside.

Why would Sharon have something like this?

In that moment, my blood boiled with anger.

I woke Sharon up from her sleep and demanded, "What is this? Tell me, what did you do when you went out last night?"

To my surprise, Sharon snapped back, "Who told you to go through my things?"

I was infuriated.

No matter what, I am still a man.

Now, my dignity feels like it's being trampled underfoot.

I couldn't take it anymore and said, "Sharon, your mother is still in the hospital, and you're out here doing this kind of thing. Are you even worthy of me?"

Sharon snapped and turned against me directly, sneering contemptuously: "What qualifications do you have to interfere in my private life? You don't have a car or a house. Look at yourself—how can you be worthy of me?"

Just then, Sharon's cell phone rang.

It was her mother calling.

Not wanting to make this situation any more embarrassing for my elders, I decided to stay silent for the moment.

Once the call connected, Sharon's mother's dissatisfied voice came through: "What time is it? Why hasn't Luke come to bring me breakfast?"

Sharon responded angrily, "Who knows what's wrong with him? He got up so early this morning and had to argue with me. I haven't even woken up yet..."

"What?" her mother snapped, "Give him the phone! I'll talk to him!"

Sharon handed me the phone.

I was about to explain, but her mother cut me off: "Luke, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but how can you argue with our Sharon? You don’t have a car or a house right now, and our Sharon is working hard all by herself. You need to understand..."

Her words pierced my heart like sharp knives.

My whole body shook.

It turned out that in the minds of this mother and daughter, I was nothing but a coward.

But the reason I sold the RV was to help Sharon's mother pay for her six-month ICU expenses.

Now I have nothing, and this mother-daughter duo is trying to burn my bridges!

“Okay, bring me breakfast quickly. I’m hungry!” Sharon's mother ordered me like I was her servant, then hung up the phone.

As I handed the phone back to Sharon, I suddenly noticed a message pop up on the screen.

“Baby, how was your rest last night?”