The old mansion was silent in the dead of night.
Ryan Anderson sat alone on the top floor, drinking in frustration. He took a few sips, sighed once, and occasionally looked at the moon with bloodshot eyes.
"Alice, our son is really unfortunate. I thought he would be bound to a wheelchair for life, and that the road ahead wouldn't be so rocky. Who knew the heavens would be so jealous of talent, and our son's romantic path would be just as rough."
"It's the first time I've heard him say he likes a girl. Although I didn't like her much from the start, Charles set his eyes on her, insisting on being together no matter what."
"I wanted my son to have a smooth life, so I didn't interfere with his marriage, thinking that marrying someone he liked would be a beautiful thing."
"But who would've known…" At this, Ryan Anderson felt chest-thumping sorrow, his face flushing from the drink: "Who knew that girl would cheat, and humiliate our son in front of the entire nation."
