Part 1After Giving Up, I Gained Both Fame and Wealth

Preface

My good friend's son, who was fostered in my house, bullied my daughter.

Looking at my friend and my wife kneeling on the ground begging for his son,

My heart was as cold as ashes,

I decided to give up myself,

and let them go to hell as a family.

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I looked at the scene in front of me, unable to control my trembling body.

A huge anger surged up in my heart, turning into intense nausea, almost vomiting.

My wife Leah screamed and rushed into the room, holding Jeff's swollen head with grave.

"Jeff, who beat you like this? Tell me. I will avenge you!"

Perhaps afraid of Leah, my daughter timidly came over, grabbed my clothes, and spoke with a hint of unfamiliarity, who I hadn't seen for a long time.

"Daddy, I didn't mean it.

Jeff wants to play a bad game with me, but I didn't play with him. So Jeff wanted to hit me."

Leah's heart ached for Jeff, which made me sick. And my daughter sobbed softly as she spoke.

I looked at my daughter's swollen face, still with hand prints on it, and various traces of beatings on her body, which were unbearable to look at.

The anger in my heart was beyond words.

I stabilized my mind and gently comforted my crying daughter.

The little girl didn't know what had happened. She just felt that her long-lost daddy suddenly came back, and she missed him very much.

Before my daughter could smile, Leah rushed up excitedly.

"Ann, what's wrong with you? Look at what you've done to Jeff!"

"I didn't expect you little girl to be so disobedient! He only hit you a couple of times. Why did you have to throw a vase at Jeff!"

He only hit you a couple of times.

Listening to such casual words, I couldn't imagine what kind of life my daughter had been living when I was not at home.

Perhaps forgetting that I was there, she spewed out a series of harsh words that I couldn't believe a biological mother could say to her own daughter.

My daughter shrank into my arms. Being so little, she didn't understand the meaning behind her mother's words, but she could tell that her mother disliked her.

"Leah."

I interrupted her.

I couldn't imagine how much torment my daughter would have suffered if I wasn't there.

"I need an explanation for what happened today."

I was often sent to another city for work and could only come home during holidays.

I also used to wonder if it was wrong to be absent from my daughter's growth, but Leah assured me that she would take care of everything and wait for me to come back.

In order to give my daughter a better future, I chose to work abroad for five years. After I came back, I could directly be promoted as a manager, and the salary was considerable.

But I didn't expect that when I came back, I would face a scene where my godson intended to bully my daughter!