My Family Despised Me Until They Found My Ashes

Synopsis

That year, my son was diagnosed with a severe illness, and I faced crushing medical bills. My husband, Landon Fisher, was paralyzed in a car accident and lost his job. I divorced him and abandoned everything, taking only our healthy six-year-old daughter with me. Five years later, my genius son graduated from university, admitted through a special program at a top school. By then, Landon had risen as a rising star in the business world, attending academic lectures alongside our son. At a conference hall, a professor casually asked with a smile, "Who do you hope sees your success today?" My seventeen-year-old son's expression was cold and mature beyond his years. "I guess it should be my disgusting birth mother and my equally ungrateful sister," he said. Landon chuckled softly, and his eyes revealed the same deep-seated hatred. Until one day, they received my daughter Anna Fisher's piggy bank. The first note inside, in Anna's crooked, childish handwriting, read: [Mom said when this piggy bank is full, I can leave the hospital.] The last note, written in Landon's familiar, elegant script, said: [Goodbye. I'm going to be with my baby girl now.]