Sparks Deep in the Mud

Twenty-two-year-old Lin Chen had just graduated from junior college. His father took away his savings and lost contact. My mother and I depended on each other. After a serious illness, my mother was sent directly to the ICU, with a renewal fee of 48,000, and a 24-hour countdown to life and death. I sold all my belongings and put aside my dignity to borrow money from everywhere, but all I got in exchange was cold looks and ridicule. The most chilling thing was that my uncle and aunt did not help me a penny, but instead took turns putting pressure on me to persuade me to give up treatment. They had already set their sights on the demolition house under my mother's name. Just when I was about to be overwhelmed by despair, my grandfather's trust inheritance that had been hidden for many years was unlocked, and half a million legal inheritance suddenly arrived. With the life-saving money, my mother's treatment can be continued. But the greed of my relatives did not dissipate. They gathered at the hospital and tried me in public in the name of "being good for me." I have all the evidence of recordings and chat records in hand. I did not choose to tear up privacy in public and use the law as a shield. Tear off the hypocritical clothes of relatives, protect my mother's life, and protect the property that belongs to our mother and son. I have suffered all kinds of indifference in the world, but I will never give in to greed and kidnapping. Even when the body is covered with mud, sparks can be ignited.