The Reborn Son Inlaw: From Failure To Triumph

All he felt at that moment was the impact of the car hitting him, throwing him off balance and him being slammed on the wet walkway. Just a few meters away, a man stepped out of a car with an umbrella, he looked around carefully, probably worried that someone had seen his act.

Upon seeing no bystanders or eyewitness, he approached the man who was laying of the walkway in a pool of his own blood which was being washed away by the rain. He lets out a maniac laugh seeing the man’s dire state. “You should only blame yourself for trying to keep what does not belong to you. You are nothing but a toad trying to eat swan meat.”

Rhys groggily opened his eyes, he found the act of opening his eyelids very hard, coupled with the pain that was shooting from every corner of his body, the raindrops felt like whiplashes on his numerous wounds, he could only hiss in pain. When he could finally open his eyes, everything before him was blurry, a few steps close to him was a pair of glasses, shattered beyond repair.

“Oh, what do we have here?” The man bent down to pick up a box besides Rhys, he glanced at it a few times before tossing it far away. “Oops it slipped, I guess you won’t need that any longer bastard.”

Rhys found it hard to keep his eyes open neither could he stop the man’s action. “Wh-o who ar-are y-you?” His voice was hoarse, almost unheard under the platter of rain.

“I don’t think you should bother about that, nighty night.” The man’s face couldn’t been seen clearly but the voice was saved to Rhys memories. The man took another glance at Rhys before he turned around to leave. With a chuckle, he entered his car and drove off.

He found it hard to breathe and his sides were hurting, which meant he must have broken at least a rib and punctured his lung. There was a huge gash on the side of his head and his legs were twisted to an unnatural angle. Rhys was left all alone in the lonely road, under the pouring rain, bleeding while internally hoping that someone showed up to save him. His luck was bad as his prayers was never answered.

He wasn’t meant to outside that late in the night, he wasn’t meant to be under the pouring rain while trying to make his way back home but there was some actions that couldn’t be avoided. Rhys Meyers, the live in son in law of the Meyer’s family was lying half-dead by the side of the road.

He was nothing but a son in law, with no family, no backers; hell, he didn’t even know when he was born. The only childhood memory he could recall was being in an orphanage, he didn’t know how he got there and he was never adopted until he turned eighteen and was tossed out.

No one ever wanted him.

Why?

They always said he wasn’t good enough. His looks were average, he was a scrawny little kid with poor eyesight.

But he tried so hard, he tried very hard to be perfect to get taken by a loving family, he was smart and calm, he tried to be likeable but none of the people that came took more than a look at him before rejecting him. As he grew older, his chances of getting adopted became slimmer until there was no more chance.

‘Since I might as well die, I hope I am reincarnated into a good family.’ He thought. On the walkway, Rhys started to replay the past few years in his head. At eighteen, he was tossed out of the orphanage with only the clothes he was wearing, he started to roam the streets, looking for a means to survive.

He was lucky to get a job as a sales person in a store, with an income paid in advance, he was able to rent an apartment in the slums and live a fairly comfortable life. He never once thought about searching for his family as there was no clues to their identity and he hardly had the means for survival.

Everything was a little normal- until he met them…

“I ha-hate the-them all.” His teeth chattered as he said this in a low voice. Dark spots danced before his eyes, he tried to keep himself awake but he found himself slowly succumbing to the darkness. He closed his eyes, giving in to the darkness.

All of a sudden, a blue light enveloped Rhys, wrapping him up like a cocoon. His injuries started healing with unimaginable speed, if anyone had been nearby, their jaws would have dropped from the sight. Rhys would have also been stunned silly but unfortunately he was unconscious.

A few seconds passed before the blue ray disappeared, leaving an unconscious Rhys lying on the ground, his injuries completely healed and his breaths had stabilized. Aside from the bloodstains on his outfit, there was no sign of him being injured.

An hour later, the unconscious Rhys suddenly opened his eyes, he could no longer feel the searing pain on his body, as he stood up, he noticed that all his injuries were healed. “What just happened?” He asked no one in particular.

When he finally fell unconscious, giving in to his injuries, he expected his soul to float out of his body until the grim reaper showed up but instead, he felt as if he was taking a warm, long bath which helped in releasing his tensed muscles. He didn’t know how long it was until he finally opened his eyes.

Looking around, he was still on the side of the road, he walked to where the gift was tossed, silently picked it up before walking away. He was oblivious to some changes, he didn’t even notice that he was seeing clearly while his glasses laid shattered beyond repair.