The Charming Doctor Book

Once a kind-hearted father, Dad changed after a car accident into someone unrecognizable. He started mixing counterfeit alcohol to make quick money, causing a loss of life, and had his frail, elderly Grandpa take the blame and go to prison.

He seduced the only daughter of a wealthy family, divorced Mom, yet wanted to keep her by his side. When Mom insisted on leaving, he said, "I am the redeemer here to guide you; you cannot leave me!"

He imprisoned Mom, controlled her with electric shocks, and mentally abused her... Seeing all methods fail, he finally turned to me.

Mom cried and knelt on the ground, begging him, saying, "I can stay with you, forever."

But he didnt believe her. With a hammer, he broke my leg bone himself.

"Ahhhhhhhhh..." I screamed in agony, holding my right leg and curling up on the ground.

"Kelly!" Mom screamed frantically, trying to rush over to hold me, but she was held back.

My dad... no, I should say theRay Song, stopped Mom. His expression twisted, he tightly pinched Moms chin, forcing her to look at my suffering.

Ray Song said triumphantly, "Behave, wife, look at this, remember this moment, and never leave me again, okay?"

Mom was in tears, her eyes filled with me.

She took a couple of steps forward, only to be pulled back by Ray Song.

Her face was tightly pinched by his big hands, unable to break free at all.

Ray Song spoke like he was training a dog, "Wife, do you remember?"

"Waaaaah... Mmm!"

Mom cried and nodded, her eyes full of pleading.

Pleading for Ray Song to spare her.

In the end, I fell to the side, struggling in pain.

Ray Song, seemingly very satisfied, held Mom and let out a long sigh:

"Wife, you are mine. I love you so much, never leave me again, okay?"

Mom looked at my miserable state and cried even harder.

But in Ray Songs arms, she gritted her teeth and nodded.

Afterwards, Ray Song seemed to return to being the dad of the past.

He gently picked me up and spent a fortune to find the best doctor to treat me.

My face was pale, and he stroked my face, his face full of affection and care: "Kelly, Dad will do whatever it takes to cure you."

Hearing this, my heart was painfully pricked.

I only regretted that I was still alive!

Five years ago, when I was seven, I got chronic renal failure.

Mom and Dad ran around for me, Grandpa sold the house, Grandma passed away from overwork.

Dad, who always cared about his appearance, had early white hair, became tanned, haggard, and aged.

But he never blamed me. He would sit by the hospital bed, gently stroke my hair, and kiss my forehead.

"Kelly, its Dads fault for not being able to earn more money."

"Kelly, Dad will do whatever it takes to cure you."

Dad worked hard to make money, holding four jobs a day, from four in the morning until midnight.

Because he was too tired, he fell asleep while delivering food and had a car accident.

Mom and I were in front of the ward, constantly praying to God.

The doctor had given a death notice.

But—

Dad came back to life.

Only, the dad who woke up was different from before.

He would look at me with disgust, disgusted that I was weak and sickly, a burden.

But he worked harder to make money than before, from being a teetotaler to being a drunkard, from never lying to being full of lies.

Gradually, the family had more and more money, and Moms smile became less and less.

Mom would use the excuse of sleeping with me to stay away from that man, Ray Songs, intimacy.

I asked, "Mom, do you not like Dad anymore?"

Mom tearfully whispered, "Kelly, your dad might already be dead... He, is not your dad!"