That night, he locked himself in his room and did not come out for dinner. My mother knocked on the door outside repeatedly, but he did not respond, not even when she called him her "precious darling."Late that night, there was a knock on my door.When I answered it, Ryder stood there, his eyes red. For a moment, I hesitated. It had been a long time since I had been alone with him like this."Mom…" he called softly, then fell silent for a long while. "They're all going to school… What am I supposed to do? I can't even continue studying anymore…"As he spoke, tears spilled from his eyes, and he looked at me helplessly.Seeing him like that, lost and vulnerable, my heart still ached. No matter what, he was my son. I was not completely heartless. If he was willing to wake up and change, it would not hurt to give him a hand.Over the years, I had built up some connections through my work. I used them to secure him a place at one of the best vocational schools in the area, enrolling
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