Chapter 1
After being accepted to New York University, I abruptly ended my relationship with my struggling father.
A year later, he bounced back and adopted a daughter who was more obedient and charming than I ever was.
During a New Year's live stream, I requested to connect live to send him my wishes:
“Happy New Year, Dad. I hope you find peace, health, happiness, and joy.”
He scoffed:
“Don’t call me Dad. I don’t have a daughter like you!”
I lowered my gaze, holding back tears, but kept smiling:
“I’m sorry, this will be the last time I call you Dad.”
He sneered:
“The last time? I hope it’s the last time before you die.”
Hearing this, the host looked shocked and asked:
“Mr. Anderson, didn’t you know? This was pre-recorded by Miss Nora.”
“And she really did as you said, she passed away…”
“Passed away?”
His sneer froze on his lips, a flicker of unease in his eyes.
But he quickly composed himself.
“Is this just a gimmick for the live stream?”
The host wanted to explain, but my pre-recorded message continued:
“Next, I’d like to sing a song for my dad.”
Clearing my throat, I tried to hold back my tears and began to sing:
“I wish we could be like before~ Holding your warm hand~
But you’re not by my side~ May the wind bring you health…
Thank you for everything you did~ Holding up our home with your hands~
Always giving your all~ Giving me the best…”
Finally, I finished singing, choked up.
As tears fell, I fled from the camera in a panic.
The screen only carried my slightly tearful voice:
“Dad, being your daughter in this life has been my greatest fortune.”
The live connection ended there.
He remained indifferent, “Hmph, putting on an act.”
The streaming chat was filled with ridicule:
“Hilarious, why is Nora trying to find a sense of presence now?”
“Education filters out the uneducated, not the immoral!”
“Did New York University find her character unfit and reject her, so now she’s begging for sympathy seeing Mr. Anderson’s comeback?”
“It’s like a satisfying story, the evil daughter abandons her father for glory, does all sorts of bad things, ends miserably.”
My end was indeed miserable, dying painfully.
But I had never done anything wrong.
I’d massage his back, wash and cook for him.
In the short 19 years, the only wrong thing I did was to sever ties during his hardest year.
But I didn’t want to.
I was sick, and if I didn’t, I’d drag him down…
At this moment, the host also began to explain:
“Mr. Anderson, this isn’t a gimmick, please look at the big screen…”