I had terminal cancer, but my wife, Clara Hayes, gave my treatment opportunity to Alex Stone, who only had early-stage cancer.
When I signed over my company to Alex, my parents smiled with satisfaction;
When I signed Clara's divorce papers, she sighed, saying I was so mature;
When I asked my daughter, Lily, to call Alex "Daddy," she happily did;
Even when I gave Alex all my properties and assets, they didn't sense anything was wrong.
Three days before I died, I finally became the son and husband my family always wanted.
Would they ever remember me after I was gone?

Under the doctor's pitying gaze, I swallowed the painkiller.
Only three days remained until my death.
After taking the medicine, I went to Alex's hospital room.
Inside, Dad was peeling an orange for Alex, while Mom chatted happily with him.
When they saw me enter, their smiles instantly froze and became distant.
"Oh, what now? Can't keep up the sick act, so you're back to bothering Alex, are you? Liam, let me tell you, with us here, you can forget about trying to mess with him!" Dad looked at me, his voice icy.
"Our family has always prided ourselves on raising our kids right. I don't know where you picked up such bad habits, being so jealous of Alex and even snatching his chemotherapy chance,"
"If only I'd known, I shouldn't have given birth to you!" Mom pointed at me, her voice laced with accusation.
In a corner where my parents couldn't see, Alex smirked, his eyes full of provocation.
I lowered my gaze. I'd heard these words from my parents countless times before.
Usually, I'd argue back, expose Alex's deception in front of them,
Even though my parents never believed a single word I said.
But now, I was tired. I just didn't want to fight anymore.
"Anyway, you came at a good time. I have something to discuss with you," Dad said then.
I smiled faintly. "Dad, I also have something to tell you."
"Alex, he wants my shop businesses and my company, doesn't he? I've thought about it. I'll give them all to him!"
Dad froze for a moment, and Mom looked at me with some surprise.
"How did you know I was going to talk to you about this today? You agreed?"
I gave a slight twitch of my lips. It wasn't surprising they were shocked and double-checking.
Alex had wanted my shops and company for a long time.
My parents had said every good and bad thing imaginable to make me hand over everything I'd worked so hard for to Alex. But I'd always refused.
Now, though, I was a dying man. These things were meaningless.
Mom saw my serious expression and finally smiled, a look of relief on her face. She stepped forward and gently touched my head.
"You've finally come to your senses!"
"Alex was always more excellent than you in school, and even though he's sick now, he's much better at managing finances than you are."
"We'll feel much better if you let him manage your shops and company."
I barely managed a smile, then handed the transfer agreement to Alex.
After my parents saw Alex sign it, they excitedly held my hand, repeatedly calling me their "good boy."
A faint irony bloomed in my heart.
How laughable. Only when I yielded to Alex would Mom show me a smile.
But I was also curious.
If Mom ever discovered Alex's true colors, and realized I was dead,
Would she and Dad feel any regret?
That evening, I returned home.
My wife, Clara, and my daughter, Lily, were in the kitchen, cooking.
Perhaps because of my late-stage cancer, my movements were softer, and the mother and daughter were laughing, seemingly oblivious to my arrival.
Clara, serving a dish, turned and saw me. Her smile froze for a split second before she recomposed herself.
"Liam, when did you get back? You're so quiet."
I silently watched the dish in Clara's handit was Alex's favorite.
Judging by the presentation, it looked like it came from a professional chef.
It was quite ironic. I was dying,
And only now did I discover that Clara, whom I'd spent five years with, could cook.