Hiroshi puffed out his chest and continued his narration, his voice trembling with excitement, "Back then, to choose a successor between me and Okawara, our family specially set up an ordeal to test which of us was more suitable to inherit the family business."
Mamoru raised an eyebrow impassively.
A test for the successor? By the way, does someone born to a concubine like you even have inheritance rights?
Hiroshi's eyes suddenly softened, and his tone became gentle. "It was during that period that fate sent me a surprise. I met a girl. The moment I first saw her, I knew that my entire life was meant for her."
Mamoru raised his hand and lightly scratched his temple with his index finger.
"But fate is a fickle thing."
Hiroshi's voice suddenly deepened. "Okawara also fell in love with this girl. After I found out, in order to accompany her with my whole heart..."
He paused and continued, "I immediately made an agreement with Okawara. I would proactively give up my right to inherit the position of family head, and in exchange, Okawara had to give up his feelings for Sakura."
Hearing this, Mamoru couldn't help but tap his forehead lightly with his finger.
Why does something feel off? This guy keeps talking about what he did, shouldn't he have asked what Sakura's attitude was?
"Things were going smoothly at first. After I gave up the inheritance rights, Okawara stopped pestering Sakura, but..." Hiroshi's voice suddenly choked up.
Mamoru subconsciously straightened his posture.
Could there be a twist? Is there some major gossip coming?
"But Okawara lied to me! He lied to everyone!" Hiroshi clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, gritting his teeth.
"He never gave up on Sakura! After that despicable and shameless villain inherited the family business, he used the resources at his disposal to secretly find ways to please Sakura!"
A hint of pity appeared in Mamoru's gaze. Having both wealth and the girl, Okawara's actions were indeed a bit unscrupulous. No one could stand for that.
At this point, Hiroshi began to sob, saying intermittently, "Poor Sakura was still young then and didn't understand the sinister intentions of some people. Pure and kind, she soon fell for Okawara's sweet talk. The two of them were even all lovey-dovey right in front of me. Damn it!"
Mamoru sighed softly, his gaze toward Hiroshi becoming even more pitiful.
A simp—simping until he had nothing left.
"That beast Okawara completely disregarded me. He's a shameless person, a betrayer..." Hiroshi launched into a string of angry curses.
After cursing for a bit, he wept miserably again. "Wuwuwu... In the end, despite my bitter pleading, Sakura still didn't change her mind. She eventually chose Okawara. Why... why did it turn out like this? Why did heaven treat me like this!?"
Mamoru raised his hand to stroke his chin, making a judgment in his heart.
Sakura choosing Okawara was perfectly fine. Reality is like this.
An ugly guy and... well, Komatsu's looks are decent, so his father probably isn't too bad either.
As for Hiroshi, it's hard to describe.
An ugly guy versus a rich, handsome guy.
The scale is freaking broken. Is this even a choice?
"Soon after, the two of them successfully got married. Later, Sakura became pregnant. That news at the time made me... Huff... Huff..."
Hiroshi kept gasping for breath, his fists clenching and unclenching repeatedly, his emotions appearing extremely unstable.
Mamoru almost laughed out loud.
You have to mention this too? If she didn't get pregnant after getting married, wouldn't that be a medical issue?
Hiroshi's emotional shifts were startlingly fast. At this moment, he seemed to see a beautiful scene in the world and sighed, "The pregnant Sakura was full of maternal charm. Different from when she was a young girl, but just as beautiful."
Mamoru couldn't help but look suspicious, a question mark popping up over his head.
Wait... isn't this topic getting a bit out of hand?
"But such a beautiful Sakura had to face premature labor. To successfully deliver a premature baby that might not even live, Okawara actually disregarded Sakura's safety and insisted she give birth to the infant. In the end, Sakura's delivery was successful, but her life stopped at that moment. Therefore, that baby deserves to die too."
Mamoru couldn't help but guess that Hiroshi probably started turning dark at this stage, gradually becoming a psychopath.
"After Sakura passed away, my heart died with her. I wanted to die along with her at that time."
A ferocious expression gradually appeared on Hiroshi's face.
He said in a low voice, "But I couldn't let Sakura die in vain. I want revenge, I want to get back at them. I want Okawara and his son to wish they were dead. I want them to suffer endless torment."
Mamoru held his forehead. Hiroshi really had turned dark.
He was having trouble keeping up with Hiroshi's pace. Also, this was originally the Okawara family's private matter. Why did you, an outsider, insist on involving yourself? Just how bored are you?
Hiroshi suddenly burst into tears and snot again, crying out heart-wrenchingly, "Sakura, my poor Sakura, why didn't you choose me back then? I definitely wouldn't have treated you like that. Why? I was so devoted, why did you treat me like this?"
Mamoru was somewhat speechless and couldn't help but blurt out, "Isn't it just because she thought you were ugly?"
"Hic—?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Hiroshi's face froze, and he made a sound as if something was stuck in his throat. In the blink of an eye, his face began to cycle through various colors, making Mamoru worry he might turn into a chameleon on the spot.
Sincere truth is sometimes like a sharp blade, ruthlessly stabbing into one's heart, repeatedly pulling out and thrusting back in, bloodily carving open the incredibly ironic past buried deep within, causing immense pain and anger.
"Shut up! What do you know?"
Hiroshi glared fiercely at Mamoru and shouted hysterically, "What does a kid like you know? Sakura wouldn't leave me for such a superficial reason! That's right! It wasn't her fault! It was all Okawara's fault!"
Seeing Hiroshi's frenzied state, Mamoru understood in his heart—this guy isn't just a pervert, he's a megalomaniac.
Mamoru kicked Hiroshi in the chest, sending him sprawling onto the porch.
"Motherf*cker, do you know who you're talking to right now?"
Mamoru stood up and walked toward Hiroshi, stepping on the man's bulging belly, and said coldly, "Calling you ugly was doing you a favor, you know? Don't you know your own situation? Did I hit a sore spot? Why such a violent reaction?"
As he spoke, ignoring Hiroshi's wails, he kicked his stomach.
"I gave you a little respect, and you've already forgotten your situation? Do you really think I'm easy to fool? To be able to cooperate with someone like Tosuke, how good could you be? You're just two of a kind."
Mamoru got angrier the more he thought about it and immediately unleashed a set of kicks.
This bastard not only made him listen to such a boring soap opera, but he even dared to yell at him.
Was he tired of living?
"Ow ow ow—"
Hiroshi was nearly tortured into unconsciousness by this series of moves, his eyes rolling back slightly, his body involuntarily curling up like a frightened hedgehog on the porch.