Chapter 5 The Impact of Loss

Counting the number of times Mike met this man, he was very proud of him at first, and also liked to act spoiled by him. Not only that, he also remembered his every move and imitated him. He was very outstanding, whether it was his temperament or appearance.

His father was often not at home, only coming back once or twice a year, and each time he only stayed for two or three days.

But this did not stop Mike Ran from worshiping his father.

Every time his father came home, he brought a lot of delicious food, clothes, and new toys.

Although his mother never let him lack these things, to him, the things his father bought for him had a completely different meaning.

He often brought these things to show off to his friends at kindergarten, but in reality, he just liked to enjoy their envious and admiring gazes.

This made him feel very proud, because he had a talented father.

When Mike was five years old, his mother fell ill and had to be hospitalized repeatedly.

From then on, he started living with his grandparents.

He would forever remember the day the school sports meet opened, his grandmother and mother cried endlessly, his grandfather glared and couldn't bear to scold him, his uncle was both angry and heartbroken. He finally knew that in this world there was a kind of person called an illegitimate child, who would never be acknowledged by others.

"Will dad bring me home?"

Mike asked softly, waiting silently, his heart also had a vague expectation. The father he respected and loved proudly stood in front of the house, still the same handsome figure as before, loving and sorrowful, stroking his head, saying: "San, be good and listen to your grandparents, dad will often come visit you."

In the end, Shane didn't open his mouth to ask that question, but he already knew the answer.

In the summer of his sixth year, Mike lost his mother, and at the same time, he also lost his father...

Mike put the package that the security guard had signed for him into his space, holding his cell phone and leaning against the headboard, he looked up at the starless night sky, silently smiling.

No matter how much he hated or how unwilling he was, nothing could change, at least, he still had him in his heart.

"I'm still fine, and I don't lack money Dad. Do you love mom?"

In the past fifteen years, this was the first time Mike opened his mouth to call dad, Lane excitedly and trembling held the phone. This sudden call made the nearly fifty-year-old man not know what to do.

His cheeks were wet, and after a long time of sobbing, he trembled and said, "Love, I love mom, that's why there's San. It's dad... it's dad who's wronged me."

"It's nothing, dad, I don't blame you, really."

Although he was very agitated, Lane still did not forget his original purpose: "San, I just found out that you used up all the money in the card today. I don't regret you using the money, after all, that money was for you to spend, but I'm afraid that you'll be cheated by someone when you're young..."

"It's nothing." Mike interrupted his father: "I just bought a few things I like, don't transfer money to it anymore, my card is also thrown away, I want to completely forget the unhappy things in the past. Dad, I'm an adult, don't worry about me anymore. It's late, go to sleep, dad... sleep well."

Lane seemed to still want to talk, just absentmindedly listening to the beeping for a long time before reluctantly putting down the phone, opening the photo album of Mike taken when she was eighteen in Sydney, his eyes filled with joy and heartache.

Mike leaned against the balcony railing and looked at the sparkling ripples on the lake for a long time, tears flowing down, blown by the wind and feeling cold, his eyes gradually calmed down, without any fear.

He could say that Shane was prepared, but his father was not. Friends could trust him unconditionally, but family would ask all sorts of questions. There was not much time left, compared to doing complicated things, it was better to let nature take its course.

Entering the space, he discovered that the trees had grown tall, densely packed throughout the garden, the apple tree also had lush branches and leaves, just waiting to bear fruit. It seemed that it was not necessary to plant from seeds.

After searching for half a day, he found the seed packet he had ordered, picked out some sprouts of vegetables and fruits he often ate, planted them on the remaining half of the land, then arranged the pile of miscellaneous things a bit.

Remembering what happened on the bridge just now, he tried to throw a palm towards the lake, the water surface immediately had a few small vortexes, then immediately recovered to its original state. He tried to hit the wooden chair again, the chair instantly had a few holes, not too big, not too small.

If this hit a human body, the power would probably be similar to a bullet, and maybe even more powerful.

He jumped into the lake to wash up a bit, then directly lay down on the bed in the space, but tossed and turned but still couldn't sleep.

He reached out to try to condense energy in his palm, suddenly there were a few drops of something like water floating in the air.

His other hand curiously tried to touch it, but the result was that those drops instantly shattered, leaving his hand completely soaked with water.

Mike had seen some people with superpowers using their abilities, but they were usually like balls, how come he had become a few small drops of water?

Could it be that this ability was too weak?

He thought that maybe in this life he wouldn't have to be protected by others like before, then thought about how to become strong, and thought about this uncertain future.

Confused and confused, Mac gradually fell asleep.