My wife’s newly hired assistant accused me of stealing his family heirloom. That very day, my mother, who has cerebral palsy, was locked inside the lion enclosure. My wife ordered her men to drag me out of my wheelchair, grabbed me by the throat, and slammed me against the glass, forcing me to watch as a lion carried my mother back into its den. “If you don’t return the heirloom to A Yan, your mother will die.” Hearing my mother’s agonized cries, I wept until my heart felt like it was breaking. “I don’t know anything about an heirloom. Please, save my mom first!” She kicked me. Ignoring my disabled legs, I crawled over to her. “My mom saved your life. Are you really going to stand by and watch her die?” She leaned against her assistant’s shoulder and said impatiently, “Enough with the act. The lions are fake! Who knew that old woman, even with cerebral palsy, would be such a good actress?”
