After speaking, he turned his head to look at Yan Hua: "Dad, you wouldn't agree, right?" Yan Hua's face was full of joy: "Good son, go get a pen for Dad." The son was stunned.

　　Yan Hua patted his shoulder: "Your mom's personality, not just you, I have had enough too." "What about me?" the son suddenly asked, "If you two get divorced, what am I supposed to do?" "I definitely want you," Yan Hua patted his shoulder, "as long as I can get custody of you, I'm willing to leave everything behind." The son's eyes turned red, looking at his dad with gratitude: "No, I will explain to the judge that I will only follow you." The two embraced each other again, Yan Hua looked at me, wearing a proud look, as if saying "I knew my son would choose me." I wasn't surprised at all.

　　In the previous life, my son hated me so much, not only because of my controlling nature but also because of his dad's death.

　　A month before the college entrance examination, Yan Hua drove on the wrong side of the road and collided with a large truck, and the car instantly caught fire.

　　When he was taken to the hospital, he was still alive, but living in a state worse than death - in addition to severe damage to his body and brain organs, his entire body was severely burned.

　　Even if he survived, it was worse than death.

　　In the end, I signed on the form to give up treatment.

　　In order not to affect my son's exam results, I didn't tell him until after the college entrance examination.

　　My son broke down, feeling like an unfilial child who didn't even get to see his father's face one last time.

　　It was also since that time that my son completely saw me as an enemy.

　　He resented me for hiding everything from him.

　　He resented me for not saving his dad.

　　He resented me even more for putting studying above everything else in his life.

　　So when I later got terminal illness, he said I deserved it.

　　Well, I indeed deserved it.

　　Who let me give birth to such a beast? ...

　　After watching this drama of a caring father and filial son for so long, I had to speak up: "Wait a moment, let me say a few words." "First of all, this house was originally mine.

　　When we got married, your family was poor and had nothing to offer." "Secondly," I smiled and looked at my eldest son, "who said I wanted custody of you? How shameless."