Lynn Jindong leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, a smug expression on his face.
"It won't take long," he said confidently. "Yang Mo will come crawling back, begging for forgiveness."
But Yang Mo remained unfazed.
He bent down, picked up the Parent-Child Severance Agreement from the floor, and dusted it off.
Then, with calm precision, he snapped a photo of it using his phone.
"I'll have to thank you for signing, Mister Lynn," he said, his voice indifferent. "It's only fair that I keep a record—just in case either side has second thoughts."
The flash from the camera illuminated the tense atmosphere.
Joey Fang, standing nearby, turned completely pale.
"Little Mo," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Do you really want to leave us?"
Yang Mo looked at her, expression unreadable.
"Ms. Joey," he said flatly, "I don't need your concern. You should focus on your son instead."
The three words "your son" cut deep.
Joey Fang visibly flinched. Her heart ached as if she had been stabbed.
Even though she had always placed Lynn Kuan above Yang Mo, it still hurt to hear her own child push her away so coldly.
But before she could say anything, Lynn Jindong's voice boomed through the room.
"Since the agreement is signed, what are you still doing here?! Get out of my Lynn family!"
He pointed towards the door, his expression twisted in fury.
"Wait."
Yang Mo's voice was calm but firm.
Lynn Jindong snorted."Hah! Knew it."
He smirked, thinking that Yang Mo was finally backing down.
"I knew you were bluffing. You panicked the moment I told you to leave. But it's too late now! I won't forgive you this time. You need to learn your place!"
Joey Fang quickly seized the opportunity.
"Shia Mo, have you thought things through?" she asked, softening her tone.
"Apologize to your father and sister now, and we'll forget everything that happened. You're still our child. There's no need to go to such extremes."
She let out a long breath of relief, thinking she had given him a way back.
They truly believed that he was the one being unreasonable.
That he was the one overreacting.
That asking him to apologize was already an act of kindness on their part.
Yang Mo smiled coldly.
"Ms. Joey, you're overthinking it."
His voice was laced with sarcasm.
"I'm not staying. I just came to get my things. I bought them with my own money—it's only fair I take them with me, right?"
Without another word, he turned and walked towards his room.
His sisters and Lynn Jindong stiffened, but none of them stopped him.
Inside, Yang Mo surveyed the space.
The room was almost bare.
Aside from a few worn-out clothes, a battered school bag, and a broken amulet, there was nothing of value.
Years in this house, and this was all he had.
As he packed, the sound of footsteps approached.
"Young Master, do you need help?"
Yang Mo turned to see the butler, Uncle Li Bo, standing at the doorway.
For the past year, Li Bo had seen everything.
He had watched as Yang Mo was neglected, beaten, and treated worse than a servant.
And now, his heart ached.
This boy was the true heir of the Lynn family—yet he had been treated like an outsider from the very start.
Yang Mo smiled slightly. "No need, Uncle Li. I don't have much to take. And besides..." He looked down at the severance letter in his hand.
"I'm not a young master anymore."
Li Bo sighed deeply.
"You've suffered, child."
His voice was thick with emotion.
But there was nothing he could do.
At the end of the day, he was only a housekeeper—powerless in the face of the Lynn family's cruelty.
Yang Mo hesitated for a moment.
Then, remembering something, he quickly grabbed a pen and scribbled down a prescription on a piece of paper.
"Uncle Li, aren't you coughing a lot lately? And I've seen you holding your chest in pain."
Li Bo blinked in surprise.
"It's just an old problem," he said with a tired smile. "The hospital professors said it's difficult to treat."
Yang Mo handed him the prescription.
"Try this. It should work."
Li Bo's eyes widened. "This…?"
Yang Mo nodded.
In his past life, after his death, he had entered the spirit space, where he had acquired vast knowledge—including advanced medical expertise.
What the doctors thought was incurable, he knew how to treat.
Li Bo hesitated for only a second.
Then, with trembling hands, he clutched the prescription like a priceless treasure.
"Thank you, Young Master. I trust you."
Yang Mo nodded slightly.
After finishing his packing, he slung his bag over his shoulder and turned towards the door.
It was time to leave.
Forever.
But just as he stepped out of the Lynn family's estate, Joey Fang suddenly rushed forward and grabbed his wrist.
"Mo! Don't go, okay?"
Her voice cracked with desperation.
"I'm your mother… please…"
Tears spilled from her eyes, and this time—they weren't fake.
For the first time in seventeen years, she looked at him as if she truly cared.
But it was too late.
A heart that had been wounded for years—one that had been ignored, mistreated, and left to suffer—could not be healed overnight.
Even if he stayed…
Even if he endured everything once more…
He would never matter as much as Lynn Kuan.
And he knew it.
Yang Mo gently pried her fingers off his wrist.
"Goodbye, Ms. Joey."
Without looking back, he stepped out of the Lynn family home—and into his new life.