From he was born, I gave him the best education and life, and his future was the most important thing to me.
But now, things were different.
I would never do those stupid things again.
I said, "If I don't agree, you're not going to recognize me as your mom. But it is a good thing for you to get married first so that someone will take care of you in the future."
Dylan snorted and said, "It's good that you know it. You are so old now, and you have to rely on me in the future. If I am not satisfied, I will drive you out and let you die miserably on the street."
When I heard his words, I felt angry and sorry for myself.
Thinking about it carefully, I thought Dylan had always been so heartless.
In my previous life, after Mary left, Dylan started to cause trouble.
He knew that the best way to make me feel bad was to hurt himself.
Then he would take revenge on me severely.
He was on a hunger strike, and when I went to feed him, he splashed the hot food on my face.
He hurt himself and I tried to grab the knife. During the fight, the knife left a long scar on my left arm.