Parents and Son Under Attack Chapter 1

After I died, my parents signed an organ donation consent form and transplanted my retinas to their most beloved adopted son, Ethan Grant.

Ethan Grant married my biological sister, and they finally became a true family.

I competed with Ethan Grant my entire life, only to end up with nothing in the end.

Given a second chance at life, I decided to live for myself, and unexpectedly found my way to a happy ending.

...

I was reborn—reborn to the day Ethan Grant came to my family.

If I'd been reborn earlier, I might have prevented Ethan Grant's biological parents from dying, or threatened to die myself to stop my parents from adopting him.

But now that he was already here, it was too late to make a fuss.

Ethan Grant was the son of Dad's mentor, a renowned painter who'd had a child late in life and treasured him like a jewel. Ethan showed exceptional artistic talent but suffered from an unknown eye disease. His vision fluctuated unpredictably, and he faced the constant risk of going blind.

The mentor and his wife took Ethan everywhere seeking treatment, but both died in an accident, leaving young Ethan alone.

Ethan's childhood was tragic, so the moment my parents saw him, they decided to treat him as their own—even more important than me, their biological son.

"Caleb, haven't you always wanted a brother? From now on, Ethan will be your real brother. Aren't you happy?" Mom and Dad looked at me with loving eyes, hoping I would genuinely accept this adopted son.

In my previous life, seven-year-old me had indeed been happy, thinking the world had given me another warm family member, willing to share my love with this gentle-eyed brother. I never imagined Ethan was a thief who didn't want to share my parents' love—he wanted to steal it all.

"Caleb, Dad knows you're very understanding. Ethan's health isn't good. Even though you're the younger brother, we need you to help Mom and Dad take care of him. Can you do that?"

Before I could speak, tears were already streaming from the corners of Ethan's eyes.

"I know it must be hard for my little brother to accept me. Who wants to share their family's love? Don't worry, I'll go back to the orphanage."

Sometimes I truly wondered if Ethan had also been reborn. How could an eight-year-old boy be so calculating? I hadn't even expressed opposition, yet he'd already pinned the jealous label on me.

Mom wiped Ethan's tears tenderly.

"Ethan, don't cry. It's bad for your eyes."

"Why are you still calling us uncle and aunt? From today on, we're your mom and dad."

Ethan lifted his innocent little face, crystalline tears still clinging to his lashes. He looked overwhelmed with emotion—anyone who saw him would feel sympathy.

"I... I have a mom and dad now..."

In an instant, the three of them embraced, crying together. No one remembered to ask my opinion. Ethan had that kind of magic.