The Day I Gave Up on My Father Chinese Drama

The last thing I saw was the grime on the prison infirmary ceiling.

Then a needle in my arm.

My son, Noah, his face a blur of shame and something harder, stood with Julian Vance.

Julian, always smiling that cold smile.

They said it was an accident. An overdose.

I knew better.

My six years with Isabella, Izzy, flashed. The love I thought was real.

Then, black.

I woke up.

Sunlight. Clean sheets. The smell of expensive flowers.

My heart hammered. This wasn't prison.

I sat up. My body ached, but it was a familiar ache, not the prison kind.

This was the Davenport mansion. Beacon Hill.

Six years earlier.

The day they found Izzy. The day my first life ended.

A second chance. I wouldn't waste it.

Izzy stood across the vast living room.

She wore a silk robe, her blonde hair perfect.

She looked at me, her eyes blank.

"Liam," she said, her voice cool, distant. "It's... strange. I don't remember you."