My Mother's Son is a Debt Collector Chapter 1

My mother always wanted a son, so she adopted the son of a distant widowed relative.

I warned her, "That family is full of ungrateful people. You can't raise a child like that to be loyal."

She stubbornly refused to believe me and even sent me to live with a neighbor while she raised him.

Later, whenever my brother misbehaved, my mom would yell at him, "Your sister was right. Bad seeds produce bad fruit. You're nothing but a curse. I was blind to choose you over my own daughter."

My brother harbored resentment and, when no one was around, set a fire that led to my tragic death.

When I opened my eyes again, my mother was visiting her son at the widow's house.

I gently said to my mom, "If you like him, go ahead and raise him."

After my death, the police questioned my brother, "Where were you when the victim died?"

My brother patiently replied, "I was at home having dinner with my parents. They can vouch for me!"

He winked at my parents.

My father said sorrowfully, "He was with us at home that day. My daughter hadn't been in touch with us for a long time."

My mother remained silent throughout, nodding along blankly.

The police asked my father a few more questions, and he started complaining.

"That girl was so ungrateful. All these years, she only cared about work and never visited us. Now she had to die away from home. How are we supposed to face our relatives?"

My brother, unusually obedient, promised my father that without me, he would be twice as filial to our parents.

Everyone present was moved by his show of devotion.

In the end, the investigation concluded it was an accidental fire caused by old wiring.

I watched as my charred, deformed body was carelessly placed on the ground by my family.

At that moment, my brother angrily walked over and kicked my corpse several times, scattering the blackened bones.

"You bitch! Your big mouth got me beaten and scolded so many times. Today, I, the 'bad seed,' am paying you back with interest. Die without a proper burial!"

My father quickly pulled him away. "That's enough. The relatives from our hometown will be here soon to offer condolence money."

My mother stared blankly at the ground, muttering, "In your next life, may you be born into a good family and be a cherished child."