The Supreme Abandoned Son-in-law

"Your sister has been diagnosed with late-stage lymphoma. Prepare fifty thousand yuan for chemotherapy by tomorrow, or take her home to prepare for her final arrangements." The doctor's words stabbed into Yves' heart like a thousand needles. Yves collapsed helplessly to the ground, clutching four coins in his hand, the last four dollars he had. Being able to cry would have been a relief, but he was so desperate that he couldn't even shed a tear. Yves had no parents since childhood; his sister Sidney was the closest person to him. His sister secretly quit school to work in the city and support his education. Last year, Sidney fainted from overwork and was taken to the hospital, where she was diagnosed with lymphoma. Yves was beaten, leaving his right hand with a comminuted fracture. Although it healed, it left sequelae, making it hard for him to even hold utensils steadily. Wherever he went, he faced discrimination, and no one would hire him even for odd jobs. Later, someone suggested he marry into the Lloyd family as a live-in son-in-law for a year. They said the Lloyd family was in trouble and needed someone to bring good fortune. Yves' fortune was strong enough to meet the requirements. He endured discrimination and humiliation at the Lloyd family, and the fifty thousand yuan he earned at the cost of his dignity was quickly spent. The endless medical bills were like a mountain, suffocating him. He had worked so hard just to keep his sister alive. Yves took out his phone, scrolled through his contacts repeatedly, and finally dialed a number. The phone rang for a long time before it was finally answered, and the sound of jarring, noisy music and clinking glasses filled the air, a veritable sea of joy. Yves felt dizzy, his heart twisting in pain. The stark contrast left him in bitter despair. Thinking of his sister's critical condition, Yves spoke before the other party could, "Morgan, I..." "Shut up! Who allowed you to call my daughter so intimately? Even though you're married to her, remember, you're just a live-in son-in-law. Know your place!" The phone delivered the harsh scolding of a middle-aged woman. It wasn't his wife on the line, but his mother-in-law, Lana. Yves swallowed his pride and asked through gritted teeth, "Mom, can you give her the phone?" "My daughter was just invited to dance by the eldest son of the Xander family. She doesn't have time to take a call from a loser like you," Lana taunted. Yves felt thunderstruck, his expression numb, and he struggled to say, "Then... then I won't disturb her. Mom, can you lend me some money?" "Lend you money?" Lana's voice rose several decibels, sharply scolding, "You've been a live-in son-in-law at my Lloyd family for almost a year, haven't earned a penny, and still eat and live off us every day. How dare you ask for money? Where's your shame?" "Lana, is that loser asking for money again?" "Who else but him? Just hearing his voice makes me sick. Bringing him in as a son-in-law is less useful than raising a dog. How did I end up with such a worthless son-in-law?" "Don't worry, with Morgan's looks, rich young masters lining up to pursue her could stretch to the riverbank. Why worry about not having a wealthy son-in-law in the future?" "Exactly, why bother with a dog like him? Hang up the phone and don't let him spoil our fun." The mocking voices on the phone were from Lloyd family relatives. Listening to the mocking laughter coming from the phone, Yves was filled with humiliation, but he didn't want to give up this opportunity. Just as he was about to say something, the busy tone interrupted. Yves felt a moment of dizziness, his numb expression revealing pain. Looking at the unpaid bill for nearly fifty thousand in his hand, he completely abandoned all dignity and called everyone in his contacts. "Mr. Liu, it's Yves, I wanted to ask you..." "Busy tone." "Ms. Zhao, could I trouble you with something? My sister is critically ill..." "Busy tone." "Mr. Ning, I..." "Busy tone." One call after another went out, but those who were once close relatives and friends didn't even have the patience to listen and hung up directly. There was a time when he was starting his business, they were eager to curry favor, but now... Yves collapsed in a corner, looking at the cold hospital lobby, suddenly thinking of someone, his face filled with humiliation and conflict. It was someone he would rather die of thirst and hunger than see. But his sister's illness was caused by overworking for him. If she were gone, the family would be gone too, leaving him alone to barely survive in this world. He couldn't watch his sister suffer and die. Yves clenched his fists, his right hand's fingers curled, trembling from lack of strength: "Fifty thousand, even if it costs me my life, I must gather this fifty thousand!" Yves went to a convenience store, spent 3 yuan on a bottle of whole milk, and asked a nurse to take it to his sister. With the last yuan he had, he took a bus to see the person he least wanted to see, his university roommate and business partner, Dexter. Back then, Yves got into 958 University and received a special scholarship in his first year, using this first pot of gold to start a business with Dexter. After three years of development, the company had grown considerably. Later, Yves transferred control of the company to Dexter to take care of his sister. As a result, Dexter colluded with others to sideline Yves and kicked him out of the company. When Yves confronted Dexter, he was ambushed and beaten in the office. Yves's right hand was personally smashed by Dexter with an iron rod. Afterwards, Dexter, with false kindness, tried to get Yves to sign an acquisition contract, offering 50,000 yuan to buy Yves's company. It was outrageous. A company worth millions, and Dexter wanted to buy it for 50,000 yuan. Even though the actual control of the company was already in Dexter's hands, Yves would never accept that money! Accepting it would mean agreeing with Dexter's actions. Selling years of hard work for 50,000 yuan was utterly degrading! Yves would rather starve on the streets than take that 50,000 yuan. But now, facing a desperate situation, no humiliation was too great if it meant saving his sister. He had to save his sister. At that moment, an old man leaning on a cane, his legs unsteady, got on. The bus was crowded, but no one offered him a seat. Yves didn't think much and stood up and offered his seat. The bus suddenly started, and Yves instinctively reached out with his right hand to grab the railing, but he couldn't muster the strength and nearly fell. "Your hand's injured, and you're still giving up your seat for an old man?" the old man keenly asked. Yves was taken aback, then smiled, "It's no big deal." Saying this, he switched to holding on with his other hand. "Despite your own misfortunes, you can't stand to see the suffering of others. A good man indeed," the old man remarked. Yves smiled without saying anything, looking out the window with worry. Half an hour later, Yves stood at the company entrance, standing in the sun for five full minutes before deciding to go in. Inside, the office was filled with the coarse chatter of twenty or thirty people on calls, and the air reeked of smoke. "Well, isn't it Mr. Sutton? What wind blew you in here?" A tall, skinny man with slicked-back yellow hair approached, blowing smoke in Yves' face. This man was Grant, Dexter's lackey. Yves said coldly, "I want to see Dexter." "Hold on, let me introduce you to everyone first." Grant put his arm around Yves' neck and shouted, "Everyone, take a look. This is our company's former boss, Yves, the one who caused a stir in the whole city half a year ago by becoming the Lloyd family's live-in son-in-law." "You say you're a live-in son-in-law, doing chores like washing women's feet and cleaning toilets at home, not even as good as a maid. Do you still call yourself a man?" "Grant, don't make it too embarrassing." "Oh, you're still tough, huh? So, what brings you here?" Yves gritted his teeth and said, "Dexter wanted to buy the company for 50,000 bucks back then. Fine, I agree. I'm here for my money!" Grant shouted exaggeratedly, "You're the Lloyd family's live-in son-in-law, pampering women every day, living off them, and you're still short of money?" "This is life or death. Let Dexter come out to see me!" Yves said in a deep voice. "Your sister's the one dying, what's it got to do with me?" Grant, knowing Yves' family situation, spat in Yves' face and mocked, "Still think you're the boss? Now you're just a crippled dog dreaming of cash." "Grant, where's this dead dog from? Get him out of here," said a slightly chubby man emerging from the office, Dexter. Grant lit a cigarette for Dexter and said, "Mr. Dexter, do you know this dog? The one we kicked out half a year ago, now he's back, pitifully begging." Yves, unable to contain his anger, said, "Listen up, Dexter. I'm not here to borrow money; I'm here to take back what's mine!" "Oh, did I hear that right?" Dexter said mockingly, picking his ear and leaning in. "Didn't you say 50,000 bucks couldn't buy your company? Didn't you say you'd rather starve than take that money? So what are you here for now?" "Have you said your piece? Now give me my 50,000 bucks!" Yves said, clenching his fist and gritting his teeth. "I offered it to you back then, and you didn't want it. Now you want it? Sure, ask nicely!" "Dexter, don't go too far!" "Ha, in my eyes, you're nothing but a beggar. Even begging has its rules; can you get food standing up? You should be on your knees!" Dexter taunted. "If this mutt knew its place, would its paws have been crippled?" Grant chimed in with a laugh, eliciting raucous laughter from the crowd. A wave of anger and humiliation surged through Yves, making him tremble all over, and finally, a look of determination flashed in his eyes. Thump! Yves knelt before the enemy who had left him with nothing. Seeing this, the office was drowned in a sea of laughter. Yves took a deep breath, lowered his head, and said, "Dexter, please, for the sake of old times, give me the fifty thousand, will you?" The company had been taken from him, and now he had to kneel to beg for what was rightfully his. This humiliation nearly crushed Yves's spirit! "Sure, why not." Dexter gestured, "Someone, throw him some scraps." Grant held a leftover lunchbox in his left hand and five stacks of bills, totaling fifty thousand, in his right. Dexter buried the fifty thousand under the leftovers with his bare hands, pressed a cigarette butt into the food, and tossed it in front of Yves. "Finish it, and the money's yours." Yves looked at the yellowing rice grains with flies buzzing around, gritted his teeth, and picked up the lunchbox. Suddenly, a thick phlegm was spat onto the lunchbox, sticking to the rice grains in a disgusting manner. "You!" Yves was furious, raising his head to scold Dexter, but Grant pressed Yves's head down, rubbing it into the lunchbox. "Don't waste it, hurry up and eat, hahaha!" Sickened and humiliated, Yves was treated like a dog. His face smeared with leftovers and broth, Yves suppressed the urge to vomit, gritted his teeth, and trembled as he said, "Dexter, are you done yet? Can I have the money now?" Yves reached out to pick up the money, but Dexter stomped on it. Dexter ground his foot, mocking, "Back in school, you were so outstanding, both the student council president and the entrepreneurship club president, even the campus belle stuffed love letters into your pocket. Remember Maxine? Your ex-girlfriend." Yves's expression shifted slightly, but he said nothing. Dexter grinned maliciously, "I liked her so much back then, but she never looked at me and said I wasn't as good as you. Well, I proved I was better! I originally planned to take you down in three years, but fate helped me succeed in just half a year." Yves didn't care about anything else; he just wanted to get the money to treat his sister. Dexter flicked his cigarette, the ash falling on Yves's head, and squinted his lecherous eyes, saying, "I'll give you the money, but I have one condition: bring your sister here." Back in school, Sidney often visited Yves. At the time, Sidney's photos were widely shared on the school forum; she was beautiful and intellectual, admired by countless male students. Dexter, who was always around Yves, was no exception. He fantasized about being with Sidney. The fury that had been simmering inside Yves finally erupted at this moment! "To hell with you!" Yves jumped up and punched Dexter in the nose, drawing blood. Dexter clutched his nose and shouted, "Get him!" Yves had trained in martial arts, but his right hand was weak, and he couldn't fend off so many people. He was quickly subdued and dragged to the innermost office. Just like it was six months ago. Grant and a few others pinned Yves's shoulders down, pressing his arms onto the table. Dexter picked up an iron rod, sneering, "Let's ruin both his hands, turn him into a beggar." With that, he swung the iron rod down on Yves's hands repeatedly. One strike, two strikes... Yves's palms were smashed to a bloody pulp, his fingers shattered, bones completely broken. "Throw him out, don't dirty the table." Yves was tossed beside a garbage bin in the alley. In a daze, he saw an old man approaching, the one from the bus. "What a good young man. Alright, I'll bestow fortune upon you." The old man lightly placed a palm on Yves's forehead. Yves's pupils gleamed with light, and he felt himself in a space of consciousness. The old man stood before him, his voice ethereal, "The Old Master has spent over three thousand years, seeking a destined person, passing on two treasures to aid all of humanity!" Yves's left hand glowed white, his right hand black. "Yama Hand, judge life and death." "Everything Book, holds the ultimate knowledge of the ages." Yves's chest glowed with golden light, and a flood of information surged into his mind. When he awoke, he found himself still lying in the alley. The old man stood nearby, startling Yves. He quickly propped himself up and discovered his hands were healed. "Silly boy, for giving up a seat, you now possess the Yama Hand and the Everything Book. You've struck it rich," the old man grinned, revealing blackened teeth. Yves looked at his restored hands in disbelief and asked, "That wasn't a dream? Are you some kind of deity?" The old man sternly replied, "Young man, trust in science." With that, his body glowed with golden light and ascended into the sky. 35389658