I am the most generous man for miles around.

The factory director's wife's older sister's husband brought his son to stay with us, and he looked enviously toward the master bedroom:

"This bedroom is so spacious and beautiful. If we could live here, Tommy would definitely be able to temporarily forget the nightmare of his mother's death..."

Jasmine Sullivan was still hesitating, and I smiled and proactively picked up the bedding. "It's okay. It's the same if I squeeze in with my son."

On the day the snow fell the heaviest, Jasmine drove the factory vehicle to pick up our son from school.

Her childhood friend's son suddenly cried and said he was cold, but the factory vehicle could only seat two people.

Our son immediately smiled understandingly, his small body shouldering his backpack as he rushed into the snowy road: "Mom, I can just walk home."

Everyone praised me as a rare good husband and good father, and my son was also so sensible.

I just smiled, because only I knew that my son and I had both been reborn.

In my previous life, after she favored Derek Vance and his son again and again, I made up my mind to get a divorce.

But not long after the divorce, my son was diagnosed with leukemia. With no way out, I begged her to put up money and use connections to get a match for my son.

But she decided I was faking an illness and ruthlessly drove me out.

In this life, I no longer crave her true feelings. I only ask that my son can enjoy the resources he deserves and live safely for a lifetime.

...

When my son got home, snow grit was mixed into his shoes and socks, and most of his body was already soaked through.

His little face was frozen red, and just like in my previous life, he was burning hot.

But he still forced up a smile and smiled at me. "Ethan's fine. I made Dad worry."

It felt like the tip of a needle stabbed into my heart, sour and painful.

With red eyes, while I changed my son into dry clothes and fed him fever medicine, I thought again of memories from my previous life.

In my previous life, my son didn't give up his seat to his wife's older sister's husband's son, and instead wanted to come back first to see a doctor.

But she decided he was throwing a tantrum and cruelly left him at the school five miles away for the whole night.

In the end, it was still me who, crying, found my son burning with a high fever and unconscious and brought him back home.

Out of the corner of my eye, my gaze fell to my side. On my son's diagnosis report, thankfully this time everything was still in time.

In this life, my son and I won't fuss over true feelings anymore. As long as Jasmine can do a mother's duty and find a matching bone marrow source for my son, that's enough.

When it was completely dark, Jasmine finally came back with Derek and his son.

Carrying big bags and small bags, and also bringing a warm, cozy hot pot smell all over her.

An unnatural look flashed through Jasmine's eyes. "It was too cold today, so I just took the two of them to eat something outside."

After thinking about it, she rarely added, "You also know, these years it hasn't been easy for him to live alone with the child. Tommy isn't like Ethan. Since he was little, he hasn't eaten much..."

I didn't say anything.

I only swept a glance at Tommy's sturdy build, which was an obvious contrast with my son.

A smug look flashed through Derek's eyes, and he smiled as he patted his son, acting like the man of the house.

"Tommy, be good. Hurry and share the toys Mrs. Sullivan bought with your little brother."

But Tommy cried as he hugged two identical toy cars tightly in his arms, lying on the floor and rolling around.

"No, no! Mrs. Sullivan bought all of these for me!"

Derek pretended to scold him a couple of times, and said awkwardly:

"Sorry, brother-in-law. This kid is usually spoiled by Jasmine..."

I subconsciously looked toward Ethan. Every time it was like this, he would always cry and make a huge scene.

But now his face was calm.

"Then Ethan won't have them. Leave them all for big brother."

A sharp pain stabbed at the tip of my heart. He already knew that an unloved child had no reason to cry and make a scene anymore.

Guilt flashed in Jasmine's eyes.

She reached out wanting to hug me, but I turned sideways and avoided her by taking something.

Displeasure flashed through her eyes, and the earlier guilt was swept away.

"When did you get so petty? Why are you getting mad at a kid?"

I froze for a moment, then calmly handed her the test report I'd picked up.

"I just wanted to tell you—our son is sick. It's serious. Acute lymphoblastic leukemia."

"If we don't find a matching bone marrow donor soon, he might… die."

She went rigid, hands trembling as she took the report.

"Okay. I'll ask around right away. We should have results soon."

I let out a breath and nodded.

"Good. I'll take him to bed."

She moved to follow, but Derek quickly pinched his son.

Tommy cried out. "Without Mrs. Sullivan telling stories, Tommy can't fall asleep."

Derek put on a show of scolding him. "We're just staying here temporarily. We can't bother Mrs. Sullivan with everything."

Jasmine hesitated. I smiled and said, "Go on. Don't make the kid wait too long."

But her expression darkened.

"That's enough. Tommy's already in elementary school. He should learn to be independent."

Derek's smug smile froze.

He shot me a venomous look, wiped his eyes like he was sulking, and scooped up his son. "Fine. Who told Tommy he's had no mom since he was little? Mooching off someone else's house, making people dislike him. I'll pack our bags right now—"

Annoyance flickered in Jasmine's eyes. "Stop it. Where are you taking him in the middle of the night?"

She hesitated, about to chase after him, then glanced back at me.

I smiled. "Go. He's your brother-in-law. It's only right."

Relief washed over her face. "Okay. Wait for me—I'll come back and read our son a story."

It wasn't until I'd coaxed our son to sleep that I heard a door creak open.

Derek stood there, tugging at his pajama collar to reveal a trail of red marks. His smile was pure provocation.

"Sorry, bro. Jasmine fell asleep in my room."

I smiled, unsurprised. "Okay."

I was almost used to it.

Early the next morning, after our son finished breakfast, Jasmine finally emerged from the master bedroom with dark circles under her eyes.

Derek leaned in and straightened her collar.

"You worked hard last night, Jasmine."

In the past, that kind of innuendo would've sent me into a rage.

Jasmine instinctively looked at me, ready to explain.

I cut her off with a light laugh. "Eat. We still have to visit the grave."

I'd agreed with her two weeks ago to visit my mom's grave. When Mom was alive, she'd doted on Jasmine like her own daughter. Every year, I made sure to bring her along.

She'd borrowed the biggest vehicle from the plant.

When we got in, Derek slid into the front passenger seat before I could.

Jasmine glanced at me. "Derek had a hard life before. He doesn't really understand car etiquette. Don't hold it against him…"

I shook my head. "It's just a seat. Not important."

Neither was Jasmine—not anymore.

After dropping our son and Tommy at school, Jasmine drove toward the cemetery.

Just as we were about to arrive, Derek clutched his chest. "It hurts—really bad."

Jasmine pulled over immediately. "What do we do? Can you hold on a little longer?"

Tears welled in his eyes. He bit his lip, feigning strength. "Yes. I can."

But her worried gaze was glued to him.

I spoke up, considerate as ever.

"Go with him to the doctor. I can walk the rest of the way."

I stepped out of the car.

It hesitated for a moment—then made a U-turn and sped away.

The corner of my mouth lifted in mockery.

Even though I'd expected it, there was still a faint sting deep down.

Kneeling in front of Mom's grave, I thought again about how, after Jasmine's parents died in an accident, Mom took her in. She didn't just give her food—she treated her the same as me, her biological son.

When I grew up, I still remember the day Mom died. The girl's eyes were clear; blushing, she swore to me:

"Alex, I will always remember my Adoptive Mother's kindness, and cherish and protect you for the rest of your life."

But now, in just a few years, she'd forgotten it all.

The cold wind blew past, and I hurriedly wiped away my tears.

The brick phone I carried with me rang. I heard Jasmine's hesitant voice.

"Come back. I have something to tell you."

Could there be news about our son's bone marrow donor?

Thinking of that possibility, I couldn't hide the joy in my heart.

I rushed back, only to find that Jasmine's eyes were evasive.

"Alex, I have some news to tell you."

Under my expectant gaze, she clenched her teeth and said,

"There's a company-funded trip at the plant—a business trip to Capital City with accompanying family members. I've already decided to take Derek and Tommy."

My heart slowly cooled, carrying a trace of bitterness that was hard to detect.

Derek curled his lips smugly beside her, acting like the man of the house.

"Brother-in-law, don't worry. When we come back from Capital City, we'll bring gifts for you and Ethan."

Jasmine looked at me in a panic.

"You know Derek and Tommy used to have it so hard…"

That line again.

Just because they had it hard, did I have to give up the opportunity that should have belonged to me and my son?

Fortunately, I no longer cared. As long as she could do her duty as a mother and find a suitable bone marrow donor for our son, that was enough.

I still said yes, understanding as always.

It was just that my mind again recalled how, when the plant was just getting started, Jasmine had been worried about how to go to Capital City to learn the technology. It was me who scraped together money and borrowed travel expenses, giving her the chance to go to Capital City to investigate and study.

Back then, with red eyes, she'd said, "To have a husband like this—what more could I ask for in this life?"

"When the plant gets big, I'll definitely take you to the bustling Capital City to have a look."

But later, as the plant grew bigger and bigger, she never mentioned this again.

It no longer mattered anyway.

Seven days passed quickly. When I went to pick up my son from school, from far away I saw two people standing out from the crowd at the school gate.

Derek was wearing a fashionable suit bought in Capital City, standing together with Jasmine.

When my son and I walked past, an auntie I knew pulled me aside to gossip.

"Look, that's the legendary low-key husband of the plant director. Isn't he handsome? Such a great match with the director."

People around all looked over. If I didn't answer, I would seem out of place.

I smiled and casually echoed, "Yeah, they're quite a match."

But Jasmine suddenly darkened her face and grabbed my wrist. "What did you say?"

I calmly broke free from her grip.

"Wasn't it you who said not to expose our relationship outside?"

She froze in place, and there was actually a hint of grievance in her voice.

"Alex, these seven days you didn't send a single letter. Before, if I went out for half a day, you couldn't wait to send three…"

I pretended not to hear. Just then, someone from the post station told me that an uncle and aunt far away had mailed me half a bag of brown sugar.

My heart tightened, not knowing how long they had gone without food and without spending to save it up.

I took it carefully, then looked at Jasmine warily.

"Brown sugar is precious, but for you it definitely doesn't count as anything. Don't you dare set your sights on my brown sugar!"

Pain flashed in her eyes. In disbelief, she said, "In your eyes, am I that kind of person?"