Leaving

Alex's Rage

After Su Ming'er's departure, Alex's anger flared like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path. He began to curse loudly, as if his words were seeking an outlet for the internal volcano threatening to engulf him. "Damn you, you filthy whore! To hell with you and your corrupt world!" His words were like bullets, carrying the weight of his frustration and disappointment.

After a moment of screaming, as if his body surrendered to the burden, Alex sank to the floor, his hands clutching his head, trying to hold onto what was left of his sanity. "Damn you... you filthy whore." Those words carried more than just anger; they expressed a deep wound, a sense of betrayal from someone who was supposed to be a source of security.

Minutes seemed to drag before Donald returned, as if time itself had frozen in those heavy moments for Alex. When Donald asked gently, "Young master, are you okay?" the response came from the deepest part of Alex's weighted soul: "I haven't felt okay in my life since this moment. Thank you, Donald."

Donald looked at him with a small, compassionate smile. "I'm at your service, young master."

Alex replied calmly, as if he was thanking his only ally in this storm: "I know, Donald. That's why I thanked you. Also, contact the construction workers. There's something else that needs to be finished."

"At your command, young master."

After Donald left, Alex struggled to his feet, as if the very ground beneath him resisted supporting him. He headed towards the garden. The air was cold, gently stinging his face, but he felt nothing. He reached a certain spot in the garden, looked around with exhausted eyes, and began to speak to himself as if it were a final attempt to understand what was happening: "Here... here everything began. And here everything will end. I will leave everything behind for my freedom. No more of the whore mother, no more of the treacherous cousin, no more of deceitful family and friends. I will live only for myself. Those who love me, I will return their love. Those who hate me... I don't need to stay for them."

His words carried a true philosophy, reflecting deep contemplations about life and freedom. At that moment, Alex was shedding all that burdened his heart, preparing to start a new life, free from constraints. He was like a bird trying to escape from its cage, even if the sky was filled with storms.

Finally, he sat in his favorite chair, a place that had witnessed his dreams and hopes growing day by day. He pulled out a small file, reviewed his plan and new identity carefully, as if reassuring himself that everything was on track. When he found that everything was in order, he closed his eyes slowly and let the calm wash over him. At that moment, Alex decided to sleep peacefully, but it wasn't just sleep; it was a farewell to the world he knew and preparation for a new future.

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Su Ming'er

As I left, I heard my son's screams, a moment that brought back memories I had no desire to revisit. "Damn this rebellious son!" I thought, pressing my temples. "How dare he curse me! The next time he visits, I will ignore him completely, the wretch..."

I got into my car and drove away, leaving behind the chaos that trailed me. But midway, with the sky dark and the air thick with humidity, I saw a woman leaning against her car. I stopped, got out slowly, and approached her. It was Sita Shon Ruo, Alex's aunt, waiting for me as if she knew I would pass by.

I looked at her with a cold gaze and said, "What do you want, Sita Shon Ruo?"

She replied with a worried tone, "Ming'er, we need to talk about your son."

I responded with a frosty tone, as if the subject did not concern me: "There's nothing to talk about."

She insisted, "There is a lot. You need to stop acting this way. If you continue like this, you will regret it. He is your son, and he is not to blame for all this."

I cut her off sharply, as if setting a boundary for the conversation: "What happens between me and my son is none of your business."

Sita Shon responded firmly, "He is my brother's son, so I must intervene. You are hurting him with your actions, Ming'er."

My eyes burned with an anger I couldn't suppress, and I said with a voice tinged with fury, "Hurt him? Don't come here and teach me how to deal with my son. Don't pretend to be a saint when you're just a whore. You watched your daughter try to take over the company while you stood idly by. Now you come here to lecture me? And keep that whore away from Alex, or there will be no Shon family left. True, I don't like him, but that doesn't mean I won't protect him."

Before she could respond further, I drew a gun from my maid's bag and pointed it at her head. I spoke in a low, threatening tone, "One more word and I'll blow your head off. Don't hurt him. As for what happens between me and him... I'll handle it." With that, I got back into my car and ordered the driver, "To the mansion."

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Shon Rue

After Su Ming'er's departure, I sat on the ground, my heart racing in my chest. "She is still as terrifying as ever. My brother couldn't find anyone else to mess with but her."

I took a moment to think about what to do. "What should I do now? If things continue like this, Alex will be hurt more and more. Just... let's leave now. It seems Zoi will be holding a meeting to announce the new heir. I hope nothing bad happens..."

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Shon Zoi

"Has she left now?" I asked while watching through my office window.

"Yes, madam, and she met with the senior lady after leaving."

I responded calmly, as if expecting everything: "Good. Continue monitoring Alex."

Inside, my emotions were rising. "That damned bitch, just wait. When I take control of the company, I will destroy you. After that, no one will stand in the way of my love with Alex. Alex, my love, there isn't much left. We will be together soon. No one will stand in the way of our love."

My thoughts took me far away, but the sound of knocking on the door brought me back to reality. "Madam, the meeting is ready."

"Okay, I'll come now."

I stood before the mirror, looked at myself, and said quietly, "Now, it's time to clean up the pests."

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Narrator

In a distant orphanage, a young girl sat in a small room dimly lit. Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her oval face was focused on the college entrance exam papers. She wore a red shirt that covered her arms and black, long pants. People like her were not supposed to have the opportunity to attend college, but thanks to someone who had been donating to the orphanage, she managed to secure a warm place to live.

Deep inside, she felt immense gratitude towards this unknown benefactor who had supported them for over 13 years. "I used to live in severe poverty with the other children in the orphanage. Some days we ate, and on others, we quench our hunger with just water. Until the orphanage director told us that someone had taken us under their wing…"

It was one of the happiest moments of her life. They received beautiful clothes and were given a better place to live. Now, all she wanted was to meet the person who had changed their lives.

"Lin Shui, dinner is ready, come downstairs!"

The call from the orphanage director interrupted her thoughts. She closed her study book slowly, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. Her heart was filled with gratitude and curiosity towards the person who had given them this precious opportunity.

She walked slowly down the old wooden stairs, which creaked with every step. Her steps were quiet, as if she were trying not to disturb the peace surrounding the place. When she reached the dining hall, the children were gathered around the large wooden table, laughing and joking as if they were one big family.

She joined them with a warm smile on her face. Sitting quietly, she reflected on the familiar faces around her. They were all like her, coming from different backgrounds, but they had found a refuge and a new life in this orphanage.

As she began to eat in silence, her mind wandered through thoughts of the future and how she could repay this benefactor for their support. She wondered how she would feel when she finally met the donor, what would she say? How could she express her deep gratitude?

She knew that words would never be enough, but her heart was full of hope that one day she would meet this person and say: "Thank you for giving me a chance to dream, a chance to live."

As these thoughts swirled in her mind, Lin Shui realized that this person was not just a donor, but a guardian angel, watching from afar, guiding their lives towards a better future.