After Returning to the Wealthy Family, I Was Told We’d Gone Bankrupt

I was the real young master of a wealthy family, switched at birth in the hospital. But when I finally returned home, my family suddenly declared bankruptcy. Our mansion was seized, and my parents, wife, and I ended up on the streets. My parents were hospitalized after suffering strokes of grief: one was left partially paralyzed, and the other died. The debt collectors broke my wife’s legs, and my son was so terrified he became an idiot. To cover the exorbitant medical bills, I worked countless part-time jobs, exhausted like a dog. Then one day, I got a job as a chauffeur and arrived at the banquet hall of a star-rated hotel. At a golden wedding anniversary, the people embracing and kissing were my dead mother and my partially paralyzed father. The woman dancing with a partner below the stage was my wife, whose legs had been broken. My son was speaking fluent English as he chatted with foreign children.