My uncle, Caleb Moore, suffered a stroke that left him paralyzed from the waist down just as I received an opportunity to study abroad.

Caleb begged me to give his son my spot and stay to care for him, promising his entire estate to me in return.

I devoted all of my youth to caring for Caleb for twenty long years.

At his deathbed, he revealed his will, and shockingly, his son was named the inheritor.

I couldn't believe it and confronted Caleb loudly.

He simply retorted, "What are you to me? Why should my estate go to you instead of my son?"

Unable to bear the humiliation, I ran out of the hospital and was hit by a large truck.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back twenty years earlier...

***

"Is there a mistake with the name on this will?"

I asked him loudly in the hospital room as he lay dying.

Caleb coughed and looked at me with impatience. "Calm down. Of course, my estate should go to my son. What's wrong with that?

"You've taken care of me for twenty years, and I appreciate it.

"But who raised you after your parents died early? Don't you know?

"Don't you understand that it is very great of me upbringing you?"

His words left me speechless.

His son, Isaac Moore, sneered from the side. "Wesley, don't think I don't know what you're thinking.

"You've cared diligently for my dad for years.

"In front of others, you act like a devoted person.

"But really, you're just after my dad's estate!

"Do you think that's even possible?

"Look in the mirror and see what you really are!

"My dad's estate would rather go to a dog than to you!

Listening to Isaac's heartless words broke my heart.

I had given up my best years and all my youth to care for his father!

And all I got in return was being called worse than a dog!

What about him?

Over twenty years, I took over his duties as a son, he was free to travel and enjoy life abroad, even marrying a woman who had studied overseas.

In those twenty years, the number of times he visited Caleb wouldn't count on one hand, and even those visits were just to ask for money.

He never fulfilled his duties as a son.

While he lived freely, I was fully committed to caring for Caleb.

Because of this, several potential relationships ended as the girls disapproved of my responsibilities.

Once, I was close to marrying, but Isaac interfered desperately, claiming that the woman was not to be trusted and that she was greedy, vain, and deceitful...

He even told my girlfriend awful things about me, falsely accusing me of cheating with another woman...

He single-handedly ruined my chance at marriage.

I thought, "So here I am, still single because of him!

Living such a miserable and desperate life!"

All of Isaac's happiness and good life were built on the foundation of my sacrificed youth!

All built on my suffering!

Anyone could judge me.

But not him!

I looked at Caleb again.

Seeing my gaze, he turned away, unwilling to look at me any longer.

I was utterly hopeless.

All these years, I gave up high-paying corporate job opportunities, several girlfriends, and nearly all my youth.

I did everything for him, from the most menial tasks to the essentials. I cleaned him, cooked, did laundry, all the thankless tasks.

And yet, all my sacrifices were less valued than Isaac, who didn't care about him at all and only cared about his own pleasures and asking for money!

In a fit of anger, I threw what I was holding to the ground.

I turned and ran out of the hospital.

A large truck hit me, sending me flying.

The moment I was hit, flashes of past events flooded my mind.

It felt as though my entire life's highlights were passing before my eyes.

When I was seven, my parents were killed by a car while riding home. After discussions between my three uncles, Aaron Moore, Brad Moore, and Caleb Moore, Caleb took me in.

Living under someone else's roof wasn't easy, as I had to constantly watch others' moods.

I took on all the household chores, laundry, mopping, grocery shopping, and cooking.

I also endured the occasional bullying from Isaac.

Isaac and I were born the same year and were close in age, which naturally led to conflicts.

Initially, Caleb would intervene when Isaac and I argued.

However, as time passed, when Isaac and I fought, Caleb would blame me without asking for details, accusing me of being ungrateful and saying I should just give in to Isaac after all the years he'd raised me.

Under these conditions, Isaac became increasingly arrogant.

Being in a dependent situation, I had to endure the humiliations Isaac brought.

Sometimes, I fought back.

Once, after Isaac urinated on my bedding, I broke his nose.

As a result, Caleb beat me with a whip, calling me a jerk and an ungrateful wretch.

I was left bruised and battered, with no one to take me to the hospital. I endured alone, unable to leave my bed for days, surviving only on leftovers.

When I asked for more food, Caleb would curse at me, saying he wanted to starve me so I wouldn't have the strength to fight his son.

He completely ignored the incident of his son urinating on my bed.

With such a father, it was no wonder Isaac never respected me.

He felt justified in his wrongful actions.

Thankfully, I made something of myself and got into college.

That day was the happiest of my life.

Yet Caleb told me to give up the opportunity, claiming he couldn't afford to send both his son and me to college.

He said he had found a job for me and that it was time for me to start earning to pay him back for his support over the years.

By the time I was about to enter college, I was old enough to make my own decisions.

Caleb's household was originally very poor, and he was lazy and unambitious, which was probably why his wife left him.

But somehow, after taking me in, Caleb made a fortune, buying many properties and renting out shops.

Financially, he could easily afford to send both Isaac and me to college.

I wasn't ready to give up.

I called Aaron and Brad and poured out my troubles.

Aaron was furious, saying that it was rare for the Moore family to have a college student, and I must attend!

Later, Aaron and Brad came to talk to Caleb, and whatever was said, Caleb agreed to let me go to college.

He said he would pay for my tuition, but I had to find a way to cover my living expenses.

I gratefully accepted, knowing that Caleb wasn't my biological father and he had no obligation to me. It had nothing to do with how much money he had.

He promised to pay for my college education, and that was all I could ask for.

I cherished this hard-won opportunity, working part-time to earn my living expenses while studying.

In my second year of college, Caleb suffered a stroke that paralyzed his lower body and needed care, just as I received the chance to study abroad.

At that moment, Isaac didn't think of taking care of Caleb but instead pleaded with him, saying his tutor had told him that if I willingly gave up my spot, it could be transferred to him.

Caleb approached me, hoping I would relinquish my spot.

I didn't want to give up this life-changing opportunity.

Caleb, however, asked me if I knew how much it cost to study abroad and where the money he could acquire to support me.

He tried to coax and scare me and then played on my emotions, saying that if I gave up the spot and stayed to care for him, he would leave me all his estate.

As for his son, securing this opportunity abroad was the greatest legacy he could fight for, and his future would depend on his own abilities.

He said all this in front of both Isaac and me.

Isaac immediately nodded in agreement and knelt before me, begging me, saying he had been terrible before, but it was all due to youthful ignorance. He hoped I would not hold onto the past, considering the many years Caleb had taken care of me. He promised that if I gave up my spot and looked after his father until his old age, he would never contest the estate.

I thought, "When you're under someone's roof, you have to give in."

I thought it over all night.

I wanted to go abroad, but the first problem was that I had no money.

Just that made it very difficult.

Moreover, even if I studied abroad, wasn't the ultimate goal to make money?

Caleb owned several properties and shops that he rented out.

Inheriting this wealth would be enough to support me for the rest of my life.

Even just considering the kindness Caleb showed raising me, I should repay him.

I voluntarily gave up my spot. I didn't know how the tutor managed to secure it for Isaac.

All I knew was that Caleb once gave Isaac a thick stack of money, supposedly for the tutor.

Where there were interests, there was money changing hands.

Whether it was tutors or executives...

I thought, "A person will die for money. A bird will die for food."

My life experiences made this very clear to me. I understood it all too well.

Then, there were the twenty years of my youth that I devoted to Caleb.

I foolishly took care of him.

I had my own motives. I wanted the estate.

But I also remembered his kindness in raising me.

What I didn't expect was to be played by him and his son like this.

In their eyes, I was just a fool!

I was just a tool to be kicked away once used!

I was hit by a car and sent flying far, far away.

Strangely, I felt no pain.

When I opened my eyes again...

I was looking at my college dormitory, asking my roommate for the time, only to realize I had returned to twenty years ago.

The moment before, Caleb was about to have a stroke!