Chapter 2

The floating messages continued.

"Next up will be Ethan working alone to raise the baby while serving two disabled elderly people. It's going to be a tragic storyline."

"God, I can't bear to watch this. After Ethan dies, Sophia and Liam will come back. Sophia's parents won't be paralyzed anymore, Ethan's parents won't resent him anymore, and the whole big happy family will start their beautiful life of raising the baby and making money."

My mother suddenly shoved me hard. "This is all your fault! If you'd divorced Sophia earlier and let Liam have her, they wouldn't have died!"

My father slapped me across the face. "You're a walking disaster! Your brother was cursed to death by you!"

I stood there stunned, wondering if I was hallucinating from excessive grief.

Then more messages appeared.

"It's one thing for the in-laws to blame him, but even his own parents don't understand. It was clearly Liam and Sophia having an affair, but they were afraid of being criticized by society, so they staged this whole thing. Now Ethan is taking all the blame."

I was shocked for three seconds, but it only took me three minutes to accept this reality.

Then I numbly handled the funeral arrangements for Sophia and Liam, and had both of them officially declared dead.

The moment I finished these tasks, my mother-in-law called.

"Ethan, get over here right now! Something terrible has happened to your father and me!"

I quickly hid the death certificates, then rushed to my in-laws' house.

When I entered, I found both my father-in-law and mother-in-law lying in bed.

My mother-in-law immediately started crying when she saw me.

She shakily handed me two diagnosis certificates. The word "paralyzed" was particularly glaring.

"Ethan, your father and I can't accept the fact that Sophia is gone. We're so grief-stricken that we've lost all bodily function."

"From now on, we'll have to rely on you to take care of us!"

At that moment, more messages flooded my vision.

"These two old bastards are healthier than I am, yet they're pretending to be paralyzed to make Ethan serve them."

"Ethan has to feed them, bathe them, and handle their excrement and urine every day. They curse at him daily, calling him a walking disaster and saying he's not taking good enough care of them."

"Ethan collapsed from exhaustion several times. The baby had no one to care for him and nearly died."

"It would've been better if that ungrateful brat had died. Otherwise, Ethan had to work three jobs to support him and serve these two old bastards, and he ended up dying of overwork while delivering food!"

My father-in-law shouted impatiently, "Your mother is talking to you! Did you hear her or not? My daughter died because of you, and now we're like this—you have to take responsibility!"

The messages kept floating.

"Ethan, please don't feel guilty! It's not your fault! Give the baby to these two old bastards and run!"

"Sophia still has a company and two villas under her name. After she faked her death, her parents secretly inherited everything and didn't give Ethan a single penny!"

Seeing all this, I took a deep breath.

"Mom, Dad, don't worry. I'll definitely take good care of you!"