Chapter 2

My fingertip lightly pressed the frame of my glasses, and the live camera feed synchronized online.

The next second, my daughter came over with a bowl.

“Dad, let me feed you some chicken noodle soup. I specially made this for you, it’s good for your stomach.”

She spoon-fed me, one spoonful at a time, with their camera set up beside her.

“As long as my dad gets better, I’ll do anything. I’d trade my life for his.”

I looked at the soup offered to my mouth and deliberately knocked the bowl over.

The scalding soup spilled all over my daughter.

The comments instantly flooded the screen.

【Is this dad sick in the head?! His daughter is so good to him, and he’s still not satisfied!】

【I think he deserves to be sick. This kind of person shouldn’t be a burden to his children anymore.】

Ethan immediately rushed over, gripping my emaciated hand, his voice choked.

“Dad, don’t worry, Chloe and I will get you cured, even if we have to sell everything we own.”

“We’ve already prepared to donate our bone marrow to you. As soon as you give the go-ahead, the surgery can happen.”

Chloe picked up a towel, delicately trying to wipe the soup off me.

On camera, she looked patient and kind, but only I knew.

Every movement of her hand was so heavy it felt like it could peel off a layer of skin.

The comments were still full of angry remarks.

【These children are so incredibly devoted. What bad luck to have a dad like this.】

【The internet’s most filial children, truly deserving of the title.】

Watching their phony act, I spoke.

“I suddenly feel like having some pecan pie.”

It was a treat I’d been mentioning for years.

Chloe immediately nodded.

“Dad, don’t worry, I’ll go buy you some right now, the most authentic kind!”

She pulled Ethan out, thinking I couldn’t hear them.

“Do you even know which bakery’s pecan pie he wants?”

Ethan scoffed.

“How would I know? Just buy the cheapest pie and bring it back. That old man won’t taste the difference; just get it over with.”

Before long, Chloe walked back in with the pie.

Comments flashed wildly before my eyes.

【This daughter is too good. What more could the protagonist be unhappy about?】

I merely took a bite, then abruptly threw the box to the floor.

Ethan and Chloe immediately surrounded me again.

Looking at their feigned concern, then at the barrage of insults in the comments.

My heart was calm. I just wanted to see how long they could keep up the act.

That night, I was in too much pain to sleep, so I faked a cough and a restless turn.

But I heard muffled arguing from outside the hospital room.

“Bro, how much longer? I can’t keep this act up, seeing him every day drives me crazy.”

It was Chloe’s impatient voice.

“Just hold on a little longer. Once that donation money clears, and we get his apartment, we’ll be free.”

Ethan whispered.

“Don’t mess up, don’t let him find any cracks in our story.”

“What if he suddenly gets better?”

“Relax, the doctors said his condition has progressed to its advanced stages. He wouldn’t last much longer. Then we’ll just say the bone marrow transplant failed. Netizens will only sympathize with us more.”

As soon as he finished speaking, I deliberately coughed loudly a few times.

The voices outside instantly vanished.

Seconds later, my “children” pushed open the door, their faces again filled with worry.

Ethan reached out to feel my forehead, his voice tender.

“Dad, are you feeling bad again? We’ll stay with you, don’t be scared.”

I lay still in bed, letting them perform.

The whole internet was still praising their deep affection.

Only I knew that these two were wolves in sheep’s clothing.

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