After the 59-year-old Father Cheated

In my previous life, at 59, my dad was caught cheating. He cried and begged for forgiveness.

But once his retirement paperwork was complete, he took all the family money and ran away with his mistress and her son.

My mom got depressed and died with resentment.

Reborn on the day my dad suddenly needed emergency care for high blood pressure, I saw him clutching his chest in the living room, pleading, "Ollie, hurry, call an ambulance."

I was in my bedroom, leisurely putting on my headphones.

The music sounded so good.

"Ollie... help me..."

His cries came again from the living room.

I glanced at the time, thinking it was too early.

I calmly pierced a piece of melon with a toothpick. The sweet taste spread on my tongue, and I chewed contentedly.

"Ollie... Ollie..."

His voice grew weaker.

Only after my phone fully charged did I get up.

Opening the door, I instantly changed my expression, rushing forward with a perfect look of panic.

"Dad! What's wrong?"

I silently praised my Oscar-worthy performance.

My dad lay on the floor, weakly trying to communicate his distress.

"Dad, hang on! I'll call an ambulance!"

I pulled out my phone but hesitated.

"What's the ambulance number again?

"911? 119? Dad, don't worry, I'll look it up."

His mouth opened slightly. He tried to curse me but couldn't. I almost laughed.

I stalled until the ambulance finally arrived. I knew this time he wouldn't be as lucky as in my previous life.

"The patient arrived late. His family should be mentally prepared," the emergency doctor told me on the way to the hospital.

I nodded solemnly, but inside, I felt nothing.

It didn't matter if he was dead or disabled.

He deserved it.

I watched my dad on the hospital bed, weak and gray-haired. In my past life, seeing him like this made me cry and worry.

I saved him with all my might, only to find out about his affair through his cold, unfeeling messages.

At his age, he was cheating with a 42-year-old woman.

Eventually, he took everything of value and left to support his mistress and her son with his pension.

Such a dad was worthless and important to me.

When my mom arrived, he had just been resuscitated.

He ended up paralyzed.

My mom cried over his tube-filled body.

She had loved him deeply, giving up a good job and her family for him, only to be betrayed and abandoned.

She couldn't understand, got severely depressed, and eventually hanged herself with a towel.

Before dying, she burned the love letters he had given her. Life was fragile and ended in ashes.

My dad woke up, weak and confused. He scanned the room and fixed his gaze on me.

He tried to lift his hand, signaling me to go over.

Once I was in front of him, he intended to slap me.

Unfortunately, he lacked the strength, and his hand fell limp.

"Why did you come so late?"

His eyes were fierce despite his condition.

I blinked innocently. "Dad, I didn't hear you. I was listening to music."

He was furious but helpless.

My mom pulled me into the hospital corridor, her brows furrowed with worry.

"Ollie, your dad needs care. I want to quit my job to look after him," she said.

"Mom, no—" I interrupted, showing her my dad's phone.

I showed her his sickening chat logs with his mistress and endless money transfers.

My mom turned pale and fainted in my arms.

I supported her, shouting for help.

Luckily, we were in a hospital, and medical staff quickly arrived.

Soon, a middle-aged man in a white coat rushed over, full of concern.

"Ollie, how's your mom?"

It was Mario Cobb.

In my past life, he had secretly loved my mom and wanted to marry her.

But my mom had been too depressed to consider it, missing the chance.

I squeezed out a couple of pitiful tears.

"Mario, my dad is such a jerk!"