My Son Went to Jail for Me, but I Spent All My Family Property to Organize a Wedding for My Adopted Son.

I hit someone while driving drunk, and my son volunteered to plead guilty and go to jail on my behalf. After he entered, I immediately transferred the house to my adopted son. After he was released from prison, he learned that my daughter-in-law was driven back to her parents' home, and the baby who was just one month old was sent to an orphanage. He broke down in anger and cried: "I went to jail for you, was tortured and became disabled, and finally got this ending. I am not as good as an adopted son?" I nodded without thinking: "Of course! You are already a useless person, what use do I have for you!!" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.