My Son Killed My Daughter，A Mother’s Revenge

My husband died, and he left his entire inheritance to his high school sweetheart. He completely forgot that because of his heart failure, he spent twenty years bedridden, and I was the one who dragged my exhausted body to take care of him day and night. But despite his terminal illness, he decided to leave everything to her after he died. I wanted to find a lawyer to contest the will, but my son just said coldly, "Mom, you were the one who ruined Dad and Serena's love." "Now that Dad is gone, isn't it only right to give Serena some compensation?" "Dad is dead now. Why can't you just let us be?" I bowed my head and let out a dry laugh. "Us," he said. He clearly forgot that everything he and his father possessed was something I had given them. Looking at Henry, who was about to be buried, I felt a chill run down my spine. If I hadn't insisted on overseeing the funeral today, I never would have known about that will until the day I died. I remember when Henry was on his deathbed, he specifically told me not to get involved in the funeral arrangements. He said he didn't want me to see him in such a pathetic state. He even stuffed a gold bracelet into my hand, saying it was the only thing he could give me now. But in the end? He had secretly left all his properties to Serena. I didn't even know these properties existed until now. It turns out he had been paving the way for Serena behind my back for a long time. I had been with him since I was twenty. We were married for forty-eight years. These forty-eight years weren't enough to make me see what kind of person he really was. I took a deep breath, trying to control my emotions, and asked, "Why? Why would you all treat me like this?" "I was the one taking care of your father all this time, yet this is how you treat me in the end!" Jason sneered, looking at me with disdain. "It's come to this, and you still want to argue in front of Dad?" "He's dead! Why can't you just let it go?" "You're torturing him even after he's gone?!" I looked at the son I had raised for twenty years, the one who dared to defy me like this, and felt a sharp pain in my chest. My hands trembled, and my breathing grew rapid. "How dare you!" "I am your mother! How dare you speak to me like that!" "Did you ever consider me when you did this?" Jason didn't even hesitate. "You have me to bury you when you die, so what are you afraid of?" "Besides, Serena is all alone now. Isn't it right that we take better care of her?" "How can you be so heartless!" I was so angry I felt like I was going to vomit blood. He must have forgotten something. It was I who sat by Henry's bedside, caring for him day and night. Because of his heart failure, he couldn't even get out of bed. I took care of all his needs, his food, his hygiene, without ever complaining. Meanwhile, Jason couldn't even look at him without a disgusted frown. I had given too much for this family, but no one cared. I swallowed my grievances and ordered the house manager nearby, "Since he cares so much about taking care of other women, there's no need for a burial." "Keep the money meant for the coffin and use it for Serena's retirement instead!" As soon as Jason heard this, he panicked. He stood in front of the coffin and shouted, "No!" "I'd like to see who dares to touch my father!" "Mom, how can you do this? How can you look Dad in the eye after this?" I laughed coldly and retorted, "And how can "you" look "me" in the eye?" "I have sacrificed forty-eight years for this family!"I dedicated my entire youth to this family. I asked for nothing in return, raising my son alone and caring for Henry by myself. Yet, even in death, the only person Henry loved was another woman! And what about me? What was I to him? A massive wave of frustration and anger left me unable to breathe. If time could flow backward, I would want to ask him to his face. Ask him why he treated me this way! Why did he lie to me for all these years! The house manager signaled the bodyguards, and they restrained Jason. Then, he and a few strong men lifted Henry's coffin up. I glanced at it and said coldly, "Take him out of the coffin and dump him anywhere you like." "Give this plot of land to someone else!" Jason went wild the moment he heard this. He roared at me, "Mom! You can't do this!" "If you do this, I'll kill myself right now to accompany him!" "I'll tell him myself just how vicious you are—that you wouldn't even let him be after he died!" He struggled violently as he screamed, as if he had lost his mind. Even the bodyguards had trouble holding him down. The house manager hurried over to mediate. "Young man! How can you speak to your mother like that!" "Ma'am, please don't be angry, calm down!" "We're family, let's talk this through!" Hearing that, I calmed down a little. I looked at my son, his eyes red and filled with hatred, and felt a wave of sorrow. It had been so hard for us to repair our relationship, and now we were at odds again. Ever since Henry was diagnosed with heart failure, Jason had looked at me as if I were his enemy. In his mind, I was the one who killed his father. And, as a matter of fact, that was true. That year, Henry and I were in love and preparing to get married. But my parents strongly opposed the marriage. Because Henry's family was poor, my parents thought he was only after my money. Later, to prove himself, Henry worked his life away. He worked day and night; he would work twenty hours a day. My parents were moved by his perseverance and finally agreed to the marriage. After we married, Henry didn't slow down; he kept working constantly. He was even too busy to show up when I was giving birth. After our son was born, I was the one who worked hard to raise him while Henry kept chasing money. Not long after, he was diagnosed with heart failure. The cause was extreme cardiovascular strain. Due to his prolonged overwork, his heart muscle structure and function lost the ability to compensate, leading to heart failure. When Jason, who had always been distant with me, found out, he roared, "It's all your fault! You're the one who killed my dad!" From then on, our relationship became more and more strained. He even moved out of the family estate, saying that being with me brought him bad luck. Out of guilt, I gave him everything I could. I was even preparing to hand over the position of Chairperson to him. "Clatter!" Suddenly, something fell to the floor. I looked up and saw a notebook fall from Henry's body. I was just about to pick it up when Jason suddenly roared at me, "Don't you touch it!" "That's Dad's thing! You aren't allowed to touch it!" I paused, puzzled. "Why? Is there something in there you don't want seen?" As if I had hit the nail on the head, Jason bit his lip, feeling guilty, and quickly retorted, "My dad said nobody is allowed to touch it!" I looked at him with contempt, picked up the notebook, and said dismissively, "Well, I'm going to see exactly what's written in here!"I was completely unfamiliar with this notebook. In my memory, Henry never kept a journal. He said he preferred to keep things in his head because he was too lazy to write. The notebook was thick, and every page was filled with writing. My hands trembled as I opened the first page. The first sentence that met my eyes was an apology. But it wasn't addressed to me; it was to Serena. Jason was instantly terrified. He kept shouting at me, "Mom, don't read it!" "Everything in there is a lie!" I ignored him, focusing intently on the journal. But the more I read, the more my heart ached. The first page was written the day before we got married. "I'm sorry, Serena." "I have to get married because this is the only chance I have to change my fate. I don't want to see you suffer with me anymore." "I'll send you money every month from now on. I hope you can be happy." I rubbed my eyes, unable to believe it. But it was undeniably Henry's handwriting. I forced myself to endure the pain and flipped to the next pages. "Serena, I didn't expect you and her to be pregnant at the same time. I won't let our child suffer. I brought him to the Miller family; from now on, he will be the heir to the Miller family." "Serena, how have you been lately? Jason has started calling me 'Mom'—wait, no, that's not right. It's a pity he didn't call you 'Mom' first." "Serena, work has been so tiring lately, but whenever I think of you and our son, I find more motivation. I have to make sure you live a good life." "Serena, Jason has learned to walk. As soon as she's not home, I'll bring him to see you." Suddenly, a teardrop fell onto the notebook, blurring the ink. Everything was a lie. He married me only to enter the Miller family and provide a good life for Serena. He didn't work hard to marry me; he did it for Serena. Even the reason he didn't show up when I was giving birth wasn't because of work. It was because Serena was pregnant too, and he had to be by her side. Our own child had been swapped. For twenty-odd years, I had been raising his and Serena's son! He was truly ruthless! I couldn't hold on any longer and passed out from the shock. When I woke up, I was in the hospital. "Grandma, you're finally awake!" Suddenly, a little figure ran up to me. She handed me an apple and said with a smile, "Grandma, eat an apple!" "The doctor said eating apples is good for you!" I stroked her head affectionately, my eyes welling up. My daughter-in-law, Chloe, walked to my side and said with concern, "Mom, I was so scared when I heard you were hospitalized." "Your health is your own, please stop getting so angry." After saying this, she opened the bowl of corn and pork rib soup and held it to my lips. As she fed me, she tentatively said, "I heard you and Jason were arguing again?" I didn't speak, just nodded in silence. Chloe sighed and said earnestly, "You're at your age, why argue with him? He has such a stubborn temper." "Besides, Dad is gone now. Why hold onto this?" "Maybe Jason didn't know either. Why don't we just let it go?" After she finished, my little granddaughter blinked her big eyes at me. I took a deep breath and said calmly, "You two head back first. I want some quiet." Hearing this, my granddaughter took Chloe's hand and said obediently, "Grandma, then I'll come see you tomorrow!" I smiled and agreed. Just as they were walking out the door, my granddaughter suddenly asked, "Mom, when is the other grandma taking me to the park?" "She promised me last time."Chloe froze and immediately went to cover my granddaughter's mouth. My granddaughter pulled her hand away with some annoyance and said seriously, "Mom, you shouldn't cover people's mouths like that. That grandma said it's wrong!" Chloe looked a bit flustered and immediately explained to me, "Mom, don't overthink it." "She's talking about a grandmother in the neighborhood who treats her like her own granddaughter." "And besides..." My granddaughter interrupted her, puzzled. "Mom, that's not right!" "I don't know any grandma from the neighborhood." "I'm talking about my real grandma!" Chloe panicked and tried to pull my granddaughter away. I couldn't help but speak up. "Daisy, come back." Hearing me, Daisy let go of Chloe and ran toward me. "What's wrong, Grandma?" I pursed my lips and asked in a hoarse voice, "Am I not your real grandma?" "Who is this 'real grandma' you're talking about?" Daisy shook her head innocently and said truthfully, "Daddy said my real grandma is Serena." "He even takes me to see my real grandma often!" "My real grandma is very nice to me. I like her very much!" As soon as these words were out, I froze in place, feeling my heart bleed. It turned out that from beginning to end, I was the only one in the dark! I curled my lips and said stiffly, "Okay, you go home now." Chloe was too nervous to look at me and whispered, "Mom, I..." I interrupted her immediately. I didn't want to hear any more excuses. As soon as she led Daisy out, the house manager walked in. He handed me a DNA report and said heavily, "Jason is indeed not your biological son." I had a breakdown and shouted, "Then where is my child? Where is my child now!" The house manager hurried to support me and said, "We have already sent people to look for the child, but there is one thing I think you need to see." He handed me a torn piece of paper. "I found this on Jason." "He tore this page out himself. I think he didn't want you to see it." I took the paper. The date on it was very familiar. It was the day Henry was diagnosed with heart failure. I continued reading, and my pupils constricted the moment I saw the first line. "Jason, I have thought about this for a long time and decided to use this method to protect you and your mother." "I know this might be cruel to you both, but Dad has to do this." "I was born with a bad heart and have heart failure. I stopped taking my medicine, which made it worse. Today, I dragged Eleanor to the hospital for a check-up. As expected, I was diagnosed with heart failure." "Only this way will Eleanor feel guilty. After I die, she will do everything to be good to you. I believe that before long, the position of Chairperson of the group will be yours." "I will leave all my inheritance to you and your mother after I die. Remember, you must not let Eleanor know, don't let her come to the scene!" "Finally, Dad wants to tell you, I love you very much, and I love your mother very much. In the future, you two need to live a good life."