My Rich Father's Betrayal

Synopsis

On the seventh year after my parents divorced, I met my father at school. He was holding his young daughter and came to eat at the staff cafeteria. When he saw me bending over at the serving window dishing out food, he froze for a moment. When paying, he silently took out a stack of cash from his wallet and handed it to me. He said, "Stop doing this. Go study properly. Tell your mother to take you out to eat something good and get some nutrition." I didn't say anything and quietly pushed the money back to him. His face stiffened, and his brows furrowed tightly. "You're as stubborn as your mother. If you had just softened up to me, would you be working here? "Tell your mother, if she admits she was wrong, I'll ask the principal to move you into the best class. You wouldn't have to waste your youth like this." The scar on my chest started to itch faintly. I looked at him coldly and said nothing. Did he not know that my mother had already died seven years ago?