Chapter 30
When I left the visitation room, I didn’t feel the satisfaction of revenge I’d imagined.
Every word I said was deliberate.
Actually, his mother isn’t dead.
But she really isn’t coming back. Because she already has a new family.
And I certainly played a part in that.
I printed out the evidence that her son was a murderer and distributed it to everyone around her.
I ruined her job, reported her for operating a street stall, and from time to time, made sure her life was troubled.
My attitude was clear: as long as she kept protecting her murderer son, I wouldn’t let her off.
I knew the person Shen Hang cared about most was his mother.
But in this world, there’s no such thing as an unbreakable bond.
In the end, I handed her a check for two hundred thousand yuan and said, “What’s the point of holding on like this? Why not take the money, leave, and start a new life?”
I had only one condition: she was not allowed to visit Shen Hang again. Otherwise, I would retaliate.
Maybe the money was too tempting, or maybe the promise of a future was too alluring.
Or perhaps the constant obstacles in her life had worn her down.
She agreed.
Shen Hang still doesn’t know that his mother gave up on him long ago.
But I don’t intend to tell him that.
Someone like him being abandoned isn’t really a pity.
And there’s nothing to feel sorry about.
He shouldn’t think he can spend the rest of his life so easily.
Standing at the doorway, I glanced back.
If Shen Hang is lucky enough to get his sentence reduced, he’ll be old by the time he gets out.
When that day comes, I hope he’ll know the truth – that his regret is useless, no matter how many years go by.
He was simply abandoned.
How pitiful.
A fine rain drifted beyond the eaves. No one spoke nearby; it was quiet.
For a moment, I couldn’t help but think of my brother again.
Back when I was in Nancheng, he always came to pick me up and take me home.
I shook my head, trying to dispel these unrealistic thoughts.
But as I walked down the long corridor of the prison, with autumn rain and muffled thunder outside, Fu Ziyi stood there waiting for me, holding a transparent umbrella.