After Zhou Chong's older brother passed away, he took meticulous care of his brother's wife and daughter.
He claimed it was only natural for family to help one another.
In the eyes of outsiders, they became a close family of three.
As my mother lay dying, he was busy comforting his sister-in-law, who had been reduced to tears by her nephew.
I knelt on the floor, sobbing as I begged him, "My mom is about to die. Please go see her one last time! I'm begging you!"
But Zhou Chong said coldly, "Tell your mom to die later! I'm busy!"
I waited two hours, but in the end, my mother never got to see her son-in-law one last time.
Heartbroken, I asked for a divorce. "You three can live happily together as a family."
