THE DISGUSTING SON-IN-LAW WON'T TOLERATE INSULT ANYMORE

Sick Mother

“Please… just a little money,” Karvel whispered into the phone, his fingers trembling as he gripped it tight. “Mom’s in critical condition. The doctors said she won’t make it without the surgery. I—I have no one else to turn to.”

For a moment, there was silence. Then came the sound of water running.

He sighed in relief. She’s home… She’ll help, right? It’s our anniversary, she wouldn’t…

But then a voice—a male voice—chuckled darkly on the other end.

“She’s busy, puppy. In the shower,” the man said, drawing out every word with lazy cruelty. “Can’t talk right now. And even if she could, you think she'd waste shampoo on a mangy mutt like you?”

Karvel’s breath hitched. He knew that voice. Vincent Langford.The entitled heir of the Langford family. A peacock in human form—loud, obnoxious, and strutting like the world owed him admiration.

“What the hell are you doing in my house?” Karvel growled, voice shaking with fury. “Why are you answering her phone?”

“Oh, I’m much more than a houseguest now, flea-boy,” Vincent said with a purr. “She finally got tired of playing with a neutered mutt like you. I mean, let’s be honest—you've been her decorative doormat for years. Not even housebroken, are you?”

“Put her on the phone.”

“I’d love to, but she’s—how should I put this—indisposed. Her body’s kinda... occupied.” Vincent gave a dramatic moan. “Man, she’s softer than a bunny in springtime. You wouldn’t know, though, would you? Three years married and never even sniffed the goods.”

Karvel’s heart stopped.

“Liar.”

“Oh, it burns, huh?” Vincent cackled. “Tell you what. Maybe if you bark nice and loud, I’ll let you hear her scream—oh wait, too late.” He laughed again. “What a sad little mutt. Your mommy’s dying and your wife’s in heat with a real Alpha.”

Then the line went dead.

Karvel stood frozen, the phone slipping from his fingers and clattering to the floor like his shattered pride.

He’s lying. She wouldn’t… she hates him… right?

But the doubt slithered in, choking him. Vincent had always hovered like a vulture around roadkill. And Karvel? He was the roadkill.

Today was supposed to be special. Three years ago, he’d swallowed his dignity to become their family’s live-in son-in-law, only to be treated like a house lizard—harmless, useless, and irritatingly present.

They’d promised to cover his mother’s medical bills. A noble trade, he’d thought. But the moment he put on that ring, they shoved him into the servant’s quarters and laughed behind his back.

“Filthy street rat,” his mother-in-law would hiss.

“Even sewer rats have more pride,” his brother-in-law chimed in once.

His wife never said such things. But silence sometimes hurt more than insults. Cold. Distant. Unreachable.

And now, unreachable again.

He called her phone five more times. No answer.

Then came the message from the hospital.

Final Notice: Outstanding Payment Required by Today. Discharge Order Issued.

His chest tightened.

There was no more time for heartbreak.

He rushed to the hospital, sprinting through the crowded sidewalk with one shoe sole flapping and sweat sticking his shirt to his back. He reached the front desk, gasping.

“Please,” he begged the receptionist. “I’m here about Room 304. Mrs. Amelia Donovan. I just need a few more days. I’ll get the money—”

The woman didn’t even look up. “If you can’t pay, she’s out. This isn’t a charity kennel.”

“I—She’s my mother,” Karvel pleaded, dropping to his knees. “She raised me… I’ll work it off—anything!”

A nearby nurse scoffed. “Better save that dog-like loyalty for someone who actually feeds you. She’s already on the discharge list.”

Karvel clenched his fists. No. No, she can’t be forced out. Not now.

Then chaos erupted.

Screams echoed down the corridor.

“Someone jumped! From the fourth floor!”

Karvel’s stomach twisted. “No…”

He bolted toward the source of the panic, shoving past staff and visitors, his legs numb and his mind blank.

And then—he saw her.

His mother. Still. Crumpled like a broken marionette on the cold marble tiles. Her hospital gown fluttered weakly from the impact. Blood pooled beneath her, seeping into the cracks of the floor like spilled ink.

“No!” Karveldropped beside her. “Mom! Mom, please—!”