Chapter 5 Charles blurted out in shock, "What? But didn't you get breast cancer?" Tate a mouthful of lettuce wrap, allowing the aroma to fill my mouth, and swallowing before I replied slowly, " Oh, the hospital made a mistake. I should've placed the correct diagnosis somewhere at the entrance, so go and take a look." Through the monitor, I saw Charles stumble his way to the entrance and find the diagnosis, his face filled with disbelief. Kate couldn't hold her temper. "Son, what's going on? Is that woman coming back or not?" Then, as if she thought of something, her expression became vicious.

"Hmph, if she doesn't come back, she can die outside! No one would be there to collect her body anyway since her parents are dead. Besides, since she's gotten a dirty illness like that, she can die for all we care!" And so, Kate continued cursing, her vocabulary as colorful as the rainbow, yet she didn't notice Charles' strange expression. Arthur was the one who realized something was wrong, and he immediately snatched the diagnosis from Charles "hand. When he read the words written upon it, he was so shocked he couldn't speak properly, '"W-What does this mean? Why...

Why's your mother's name written here?" Charles opened his mouth, but words only came out after along time. "The one who got breast cancer... was Mom..." Kate fell off her wheelchair in shock, the frozen clumps of waste beneath her crushed and smeared all over her body. Almost imperceptibly, Charles furrowed his brow in disgust. She sat on the ground, wailing, "You're lying, right? How could Ibe the one who's sick?" Through the telephone, I gleefully stabbed at her with my words.

"Goodness gracious, someone's probably going to die after getting an illness like that at her old age!" Kate was so angry she punched the floor, wailing as she did, "You're lying! You have to be! You're the one who's sick, not me! There's no way I got cancer!" Ishrugged nonchalantly, before hanging up the call. It was water off a duck's back. The woman wasn't going to live long either way, so what difference did cancer make? Through the surveillance, I saw Arthur slap Kate's face again and again, cursing her like aman gone mad, "You shameless old witch!

Did you get a filthy sickness like that because you've been sleeping with other men behind my back? You're paralyzed and old, and you still want to cuck me? I'll kill you!" Kate wailed in pain, "No, I'm not sick! That woman was lying!" Ever since she knew I was sick, she'd mocked me openly and in secret, saying that breast cancer was caused bya woman sleeping around. How foolish! Now, the knife she'd thrown out had been stabbed right back upon her body. What karma. The comments appeared again. [She deserved this, but I can't help but find her pitiful...] (Oh, enough of that!

What's there to pity? If the MC wasn't as smart as she was, she would've ended up even worse than this old hag!] Meanwhile, Charles only watched as his father beat his mother, not making the slightest move to stop him. Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, " Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control.

[That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat. a co? Support share