Sob story
Author: Liam Michael
last update2024-12-30 19:22:01

Alvin instinctively wanted to refute her, but on second thought, he kept quiet and allowed her to continue.

“My family went bankrupt last week. My dad was accused of tax evasion and industrial fraud. And my elder brother who was a top ranking army official was framed for treason and leaking top classified national secrets to the enemy. And he was killed according to martial law, ignoring his years of contributions to society. When they sent us his corpse, mom had a heart attack at the spot, and I rushed her to the hospital, but she couldn't make it. I lost my brother, my only sibling, just a few hours before mom followed him. But that was still bearable. At least, I had someone to hold me up, or so I thought. Until I walked in on my boyfriend and my best friend having an affair.”

The moment she mentioned having an affair, Alvin's heart sped up as memories of his own time at Sonya's family assaulted his mind.

The girl sniffed and continued, crying as she recounted her tearful story. Alvin was bored senseless, barely able to feign concentration. But the more he listened to her, the angrier he became. The idiot before him was just another love brain, who allowed the enemies get to her using the spies they planted by her side; her boyfriend and best friend, to destroy every last member of her family.

“Every member of my family is now dead, buried all by myself! The companies, the legacies, the wealth that has been in the family for generations are all gone without a trace. I single handedly ruined my family, I let the tiger in, letting him cooperate with the enemies waiting outside to eat up everything. A great sinner like me, why must I be the one alive? Do I deserve to live after all the calamities I caused?”

“The blood of my family is in my hands and the lives of millions of KS group workers whom I have let down, letting them lose their source of livelihood are all on my hands weighing me down. Do you think I want to live? Perhaps, if I die, I can kneel before my family and beg for forgiveness over there. Or at least, go to hell and suffer torments to pay for my sins. I'm sorry for dragging you to this, but death is the only way forward. I have no reason to live anymore, nor do I want to. I have lost all motivation. Penniless and in debt, sick and alone, with everyone I cherished all gone. What the fuck should I keep living for?”

She was crying as she repeatedly slapped herself, as if doing that would ease the guilt she felt.

“So what do you want to do? Kill yourself after I went through all that to save you, shedding blood, sweat and tears. Leah, are you going to jump again? Are you going to fucking attempt suicide again?” Alvin roared, clutching her collars. The girl didn't say anything but it was obvious her mind was already made up to end everything with herself.

Alvin's heart sank and his hands itched to slap her to reset her brain. A real heavy slap, not the tickles she had been giving herself.

“A life for a life is that it? Since you made a mistake, you should die and relieve yourself from the guilt, is that it? As expected of a woman, how selfish and fickle you are! Have you thought about your parents? Will they want you to die and totally end the family line?”

Her tears didn't sway him, and he continued to scold her, his voice harsh and filled with criticisms.

“You didn't want to listen when they were alive, now they're dead you want to shirk all the responsibilities and take the coward's way out. Instead of you to dust yourself, pick yourself up, and plan a way to pay them back in their own coins, you're here exhibiting your legendary stupidity. Are you the one that should die or is it their vile gang? How much more will you disappoint your parents?” Alvin growled, and grabbed a hold of her hands, ignoring the tears which kept streaming down.

She looked shattered, humiliated and disappointed. But there was only a sentence in Alvin's mind.

‘She's immature, weak willed and a little foolish girl controlled by her emotions—a real piece of work.’ He had already sacrificed lots of things to get her back. If she insists on dying, won't all his sacrifices so far be a waste?

“You truly deserve to die. I didn't see it before, but now, I totally agree.” Alvin suddenly said and stood up as if to leave.

The startled girl stopped crying for a moment and looked up at him. Attention seekers were all like this, being dramatic because they needed someone to beg and hold them back. As long as Alvin continues to pamper her, she will continue going overboard. She suddenly sighed and smiled self-deprecatingly.

“Of course. Someone that got her entire family killed does not deserve to live.”

“You don't deserve to live, not because of the tragedy, but because you're too stupid. You knew your stupidity led to all this mess, yet you're about to do something even more unforgivable.”

“What do you think your brother wants the most? It's to get revenge against those bastards. And what are you trying to do? You want to take the easy coward’s way out so that the enemies can continue living in peace, enjoying their lives, and scheming more atrocities. You want to die and allow them to enjoy the things they stole from your family. You're not worthy of your parents, you're a useless daughter, you're even worse than those bastards.”

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