It seemed that all his hopes were nothing but wishful thinking; he had foolishly believed that his mother would care for him, only to find out she had only been planning to grab the money and flee.
She really loved money, continuously instilling in him the need to fight for the family fortune. Now that he had secured it, she abandoned him for the sake of wealth.
He felt utterly pathetic; there was not a single person in this world who truly cared for him.
At this moment, he could only be described as utterly disheartened.
"Young master," at this time, Amo's eyes were filled with hatred for the mistress. How could she treat the young master this way? He had been struck a blow by his own brother earlier in the day, and now by his own mother. He couldn't handle it.
"Amo, I'm alright, let's return to the other residence," he said.
The two of them returned to the other residence, and upon arrival, Li Fuyou's heart sank completely; the other residence was also ransacked.
