Mom Framed Me to Repay Her Life Debt

The school bully bullies a female student, then pins the blame on me. I immediately call the police, only for my own mother to give testimony for him instead. "You may be my son, but I can't bend the law or cover for you! What you did was against the law. I'll only have you sent away for a few years to straighten you out." Due to her false testimony, I am thrown into prison for three years. Three years later, my mother looks at me with remorse and says, "I owed the bully's father my life. You've paid off that debt with three years of your life. From now on, we can put everything behind us and live a happy life!" Upon hearing her words, I scoff and throw my lawyer's complaint at her. "No, I'll live a happy life. "And you'd better prepare yourself for my appeal to overturn the verdict! You owed him a debt. That doesn't mean I had to pay for it." Chapter 1 The lawyer's complaint landed squarely on my mother, Fiona Kensington's face before floating lightly to the ground. She was taken aback at first, but she soon looked at me with displeasure. "I'll assume you're just upset after getting out of prison. But don't ever bring this up again." After saying that, she planted her foot on the lawyer's complaint. Then, as if nothing had happened, she brushed the snow from my shoulders. She explained, "Walter's son got into graduate school this year. The celebration banquet is being held a week from now. It wouldn't be right for you to go, but if you go and apologize, his family will forgive you." I stared at her in disbelief, my eyes wide. How could she possibly say something like that? Because of that bastard, I had spent three years in prison, suffering like hell behind bars. However, that wasn't all. She actually wanted me to apologize to the person who had caused this. "I would rather piss on his grave or something," I said with a mocking smile, but my eyes were cold. Mom immediately understood what I meant. Her face twisted with rage as she raised her hand to slap me. However, I grabbed her wrist and flung her aside. She lost her footing and fell into my father, Brett Leston's arms. He yelled, "Louis, have you lost your mind? How dare you hit your own mother! Since you were getting out of prison today, your mother and I came here early to wait for you. "Do you have any idea how cold it is out here? After spending three years in there, you've clearly forgotten your manners! We really raised you for nothing!" I looked at Dad, who was seething with rage, and couldn't help but laugh. "You? Raised me? Did you raise me just so you could make me take the fall and go to prison? Do you know what I've gone through these past three years? You don't! "All you care about is that benefactor's son! What kind of parents are you? You're no better than animals!" I screamed hysterically, venting all the resentment I had bottled up over the last three years. I thought they would at least feel guilty and apologize to me. Sadly, it was all wishful thinking. They just looked disappointed, unhappy, and even angry at me. Mom said, "Your father and I thought that three years in prison would teach you some restraint and make you more mature. But you're still as selfish and heartless as ever. All you ever think about is yourself. "Since you think we're worse than animals, don't use my name to throw your weight around. Once you've apologized to Walter and admitted that you were wrong, you can come home." The moment Mom finished speaking, she didn't talk to me again. She simply turned and walked back to the car. Seeing this, Dad glared at me viciously and said, "If you still want to come home, listen to your mother and apologize. Then, we can put this behind us. "Seriously, you're an adult, but you still give your parents grief. It's just embarrassing." After that, I watched as he got into the car as well. A moment later, he floored the accelerator and drove away from the prison gates, leaving me standing there alone. I touched my empty pockets and laughed bitterly at myself. As if punishing myself, I stood outside the prison, letting the heavy snow fall over me. Chapter 2 Eventually, the prison guard standing at the gate couldn't bear to watch any longer. He came over and patted me on the shoulder. "You should head back. There's a bus over there that will take you into the city. Here, take this money. "Live a good life and stay out of trouble from now on," he said, handing me two dollars. I looked over at him. I remembered that he was the one who had escorted me to my cell. When he learned what I had been imprisoned for, he had berated me. Yet, he was the one giving a helping hand. With a frown, I took the money and looked him straight in the eyes. "I didn't hurt anyone. I'm innocent. I will bring the real culprit to justice," I said with determination. After that, I walked away without looking back, disappearing into the snowstorm. … As I sat on the bus, I felt a faint warmth around me as I got lost in thought. Three years ago, I had finally finished the task my supervisor had assigned me and was ready to take a break. Not wanting to disturb my roommates, I even rented a private gaming room outside and spent the whole night gaming. Yet, after barely two hours of sleep, the police kicked down my door and arrested me on suspicion of assaulting a woman. "Where were you at 1:00 am last night? What were you doing? Is there anyone who can verify that?" As the police questioned me, I forced myself to stay composed. I knew I couldn't have done anything like that. After all, I had spent the entire night playing games. "I rented the room at 9:00 pm and stayed there playing games the entire time. Eventually, I got tired and fell asleep. Then, you guys woke me up. "As for my whereabouts, the hotel should have security footage. I never left the room. My gaming account has a log too. I can log in and prove it," I answered honestly. I thought the police would clear my name as soon as they checked. Instead, their expressions shifted. Without saying a word, they left me alone in the interrogation room. I began to panic a little. I had a feeling things weren't as simple as I had thought. I didn't know how much time had passed before the interrogation room door finally opened. Mom walked in with a grim expression. She then threw a stack of documents into my face. "Louis, I really raised you for nothing! How dare you assault a female student! I'm so disappointed in you!" I insisted I hadn't done it, but the evidence in the documents was disturbingly thorough. Every piece of evidence, including security footage from the hallway, a gaming account I could no longer log into, and even DNA evidence from the investigation, pointed to me. No one would listen to my explanation, and no one was willing to defend me. "You may be my son, but I can't bend the rules to shield you! What you did to that woman was against the law. "The least I can do is send you away for a few years and let you learn your lesson." Mom said those words in court with conviction. Her eyes were red, but she remained firm in her decision to send me away. This went viral online, and I became the target of public outrage. My parents were loving and successful, yet somehow, they had ended up with a son like me. "So, you're the criminal whose mother turned in for the sake of justice? You disgust me! I can't believe you still get to go to university. What a waste!" "There are so many things you could do, and you did something like that to that woman! You're a disgrace to men everywhere." "I heard the woman was an only child. Her parents have spoiled her since she was little. And then, something like this happened to her. Her life was ruined by that scumbag." The prison guards' voices echoed in my ears, and everyone looked at me with hatred. In prison, those accused of crimes like mine were often at the very bottom of the hierarchy. They were ostracized, beaten, and verbally abused. I had wounds that never healed, and I never had enough to eat. For the past three years, I had gone through hell. "You have arrived at Dawnridge Street." The bus announcement pulled me out of my thoughts. I stood up, got off the bus, and walked for god knew how long before finally stopping. I looked up and saw the sign, "Prescott Law Firm." I walked into the lobby and said to the receptionist, "I'd like to see Shiloh Prescott. Tell him I have a major case that can bring down Fiona Kensington." I thought, "Fiona, since you refuse to show me mercy, don't blame me for what will happen next." Chapter 3 Fiona had once been a lawyer. She also had a notorious rival, Shiloh Prescott, who ran his own law firm. They would stop at nothing to win a case, making them two of the most notorious rivals in Houghton. I really shouldn't have known that, but my hopelessly lovestruck father always told me stories of their past. "So, you came to have me overturn your conviction?" Shiloh asked. He had an eyebrow raised, and there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. I nodded. "You and Fiona have always been bitter rivals. She gave you plenty of trouble during her years as a lawyer. Don't you want revenge?" Shiloh stared at me, tapping his fingers against the desk. He asked, "But she's your mother. What makes you think I'd risk my entire career to help you? What if you're working with her? Maybe you two are trying to bring me down." Shiloh had a point, but of course, I hadn't come empty-handed. I took out a sheet of paper. I had written this down while I was in prison. I said, "Anyone who could falsely accuse her own son doesn't deserve to be my mother. This is what I'm offering you. My case alone might not be enough to bring her down, but what if my case isn't the only one?" Shiloh took the paper from me, his eyes widening instantly. It listed every case Mom had handled over the years. In quite a few of them, the evidence against the accused had been practically airtight. Yet, the circumstances that had led to those cases were all strangely coincidental. There was one thing they all had in common. Every one of them had crossed paths with someone from the Watson family. I explained, "My case is exactly the same. I'll be honest with you. "Before I went to prison, Fiona came to see me. She told me she was repaying a favor. The person she was repaying was Walter Watson, and the person who was actually responsible was his son, Tim Watson." Shiloh stood up. He knew that if everything I had told him was true, this wasn't simply a matter of being falsely accused and sent to prison. I watched him pace back and forth in the office. Finally, he said, "Forging evidence and having someone go to prison in someone else's place, just to repay a favor? Fiona must be out of her mind. "If what you're saying is true, our chances of overturning the verdict are even slimmer. But since you've come to me, I assume you already have a plan?" Hearing that, I nodded firmly. To be honest, before I was released from prison, I had no idea what to do. So, in my desperation, I wrote a complaint to file a lawsuit. However, after speaking with my parents when I was released from prison, I finally figured out how to break this deadlock. I said, "Tim is hosting a banquet to celebrate his admission to graduate school. Fiona wants me to go there and apologize to his family." The moment I finished speaking, Shiloh's eyes lit up. He stepped forward and grabbed my hand, saying excitedly, "Does that mean you can get evidence at the celebration banquet?" I shook my head, and Shiloh froze. I pulled my hand away and said slowly, "I can't get the evidence, but I can bring them down. The banquet is in one week. Until then, I need you to prepare a few things. As for me, I need to go home." I had Shiloh find out the exact time of the celebration banquet and asked him to get me a phone and a voice recorder. When the time was right, I picked up the phone and called Fiona. "Mom, I've realized my mistake now. I'll apologize to Walter. This past week has been miserable. I want to go home." I was taking a gamble. Even though I didn't hold as much weight in her heart as the Watsons, I was still her flesh and blood. A little surrender and a plea to be allowed home were all it took. Just as I had predicted, Fiona agreed. "I suppose prison was too harsh on you. That's why you finally understand how good I was to you. Come on. The banquet is being held at Flora Hall. Come over and apologize properly to Walter and Tim. You can still live a good life," she said kindly. Chapter 4 The barely concealed triumph in Fiona's voice only made my heart grow colder. I asked Shiloh for some money for transportation. Then, I changed back into the clothes I had been wearing when I was released from prison. Shiloh adjusted the mini camera hidden in one of my buttons, then nodded in satisfaction. When I arrived at the private room at Flora Hall, I walked in without the slightest hesitation. The room was spacious, but there were surprisingly few people inside. Only three members of the Watson family, along with Fiona and Brett, were there. I was somewhat surprised. From what I had expected, there should have been far more people here. "Since you're here, have a seat. Tim didn't want too many people around, so we decided to just have a small family dinner," Fiona said. When I heard her words, I obediently nodded, putting on a meek expression as I quietly took a seat in the corner. Fiona frowned when she saw me like this, almost looking exasperated. In contrast, Walter and Tim looked at me with smug satisfaction. "Fiona, your son really isn't so bad. At least he knows to step up and help you when it matters. If only my son were half as easy to deal with. Then, I'd sleep well at night." Walter's words brought a smile to her face. She quickly raised her glass. She said, "Oh, you're too kind. Tim's the impressive one. He got into graduate school, after all. He has a bright future ahead of him." Walter looked very smug when he heard her words. Seeing this, Tim chimed in to provoke me. "Why don't we have Louis try to get into graduate school too? Oh, that's right. I almost forgot. He's got a prison record now. He'll live with that for the rest of his life. Looks like he'll never set foot in a school again." The moment he finished speaking, everyone in the room burst out laughing. I tightened my grip around my glass, biting down hard on my lip as I kept telling myself to stay calm. Seeing that I remained silent, Tim laughed even more brazenly. Then, I knew my chance had finally come. I stood up, picked up my glass, and raised it toward Walter and Tim. "I was young and foolish before. Now I realize my mother was right. I apologize to both of you. Please be the bigger people and forgive me for what happened." I walked up to Tim and nodded solemnly, but he didn't respond. So, I sucked up to them even more. "I also owe Walter my thanks for helping my mother with her career. If he hadn't helped her back then, I wouldn't be where I am today. From now on, I'll do everything I can to help you, Walter. Whatever you need. "I never understood how harsh the world could be. It wasn't until I left my parents that I learned it firsthand. Three years in prison is a small price to pay. Consider it my way of repaying you. "From now on, I'll listen to my mother and help her repay the debt we owe you." After saying all that, Tim finally responded, just as my arm was starting to go numb from holding my glass. He said, "I'm glad you see it that way. In this world, if you want to survive, you must know who you should stand behind. Take that woman, for instance. I told her to come over, but she kept refusing me. In the end, I still had my way with her." With that, Tim grabbed my head and forced it down. He mocked, "Ms. Kensington is really ruthless. She willingly sacrificed her son and made him take the blame just to repay my dad for helping her. "That woman was a good lay. I thought I was going to end up in prison, but I made one phone call to Ms. Kensington, and the whole thing was taken care of. "You don't have a shred of a backbone. No wonder Ms. Kensington refuses to acknowledge you as her son. Can't say she is wrong for doing so. Anyone could spend those three years in prison. You want to work for my dad? I'll have to see if you're really sincere about it." Then, he took the glass from my hand and poured my drink over my head. However, when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, I couldn't help but chuckle. Moments later, a commotion broke out outside the private room. Then, a large group of police officers stormed into the room.