Livestream Wishmaker: The One Request Denied

The next morning, I was woken up by my ringing phone.

It was Dad.

He rarely called me of his own accord in his entire life. Every time I asked him a question, he would simply answer me with either "Yes", "Okay", or "Got it". He would never give me another answer if he could use his three standard responses.

However, I could tell that something was off that day just based on his tone.

"Your mother has been hospitalized."

I bolted up into a sitting position. "What happened?"

"When she went to the grocery store this morning, she got accosted by a group of hooligans in an alley."

Although Dad answered my question calmly, I could tell that he was suppressing the tremble in his voice.

"They shoved their phones in her face and recorded her," he continued. "They asked if she was the mother of the livestreamer who refused to help a woman find her missing child.

"Your mother ignored them. But when she tried to circle them, one of them shoved her. She fell to the ground and fractured her arm."

There was a loud, buzzing noise in my ears.

"Where is she hospitalized?"

"St. Heart Hospital."

Dad paused for a moment before adding, "Don't rush back here."

"How can I not—"

"You won't be able to do anything," Dad said, interrupting me. "You'll only cause a bigger commotion if you do come back. Your mother told me to tell you to leave her alone and focus on your own problems."

He hung up after that.

Dad had never been one to say more than he needed to, but every word that he had said during the phone call felt like a blade stabbing into my heart.

I gripped my phone and sat unmoving for ten minutes. I then went online to look at the news.

As expected, the hooligans had uploaded the video of them harassing Mom with the title, "Interrogating the Heartless Livestreamer's Mother for Her Reaction."

In the video, Mom kept her head low and tried to leave, but the hooligans blocked her path.

Someone shoved their phone into her face and asked, "Mrs. Mason, are you aware that your son is refusing to help a person in need? He won't help a woman who's been searching for her son for two decades. What on earth did you teach him as you raised him? Don't you feel ashamed?"

Mom continued to keep her head lowered and murmured, "Excuse me."

The scene flickered for a split second before it showed the moment when she fell down.

There were countless messages in the comments section.

"She got what she deserved for having such a wicked son."

"She doesn't look like a good person either. It's no wonder she raised such a monster."

"I feel sorry for her, but it's her fault for giving birth to such an ungrateful man."

Someone commented, "You crossed the line. She didn't do anything wrong."

However, similar comments that expressed their disapproval over how Mom was treated were swiftly buried and failed to change the people's opinions.

I watched the entire video from start to finish thrice.

When I gently placed my phone on the desk, I realized that my hands were trembling. Not out of fear or sadness, but because of a fury that seemed to spark from the very core of my being.

I didn't say anything because Felicity's case was too complicated, and I didn't want to show my hand before I was fully prepared. I didn't explain because I knew that many people would find it difficult to accept the truth once it came to light.

However, they had gotten Mom involved.

She was an old woman in her 60s. She had never gotten angry at anyone in her life, and she would even run back to the grocery store to return the change if the cashier gave her more than they needed to.

Not only had they shoved her to the ground and caused her to fracture her arm, but they had uploaded the video online, allowing hundreds of thousands of people to watch it and ridicule her.

This tragedy befell her just because she was my mother.

I stood up and walked over to the computer, booting up the livestreaming service.

I took a deep breath before I started the livestream.

The number of viewers immediately shot up to one million. Countless comments flooded the livestream, criticizing me.

"Finally found the guts to start livestreaming again, huh?"

"Did you know that someone taught your mother a lesson today? She got what she deserved."

"That woman posted another video today. She said it'll be all your fault if she can't find her son in this lifetime."

"You cold-blooded mutt! Get out of the livestreaming scene!"

I sat in front of the camera and remained silent for 30 seconds.

The comments began to slow down.

Just as one million people assumed that I was going to turn off the livestream without saying a single word, I spoke.