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In the livestream, the community volunteers angrily accused my mother of abusing me.
“We’ve investigated this. Those two girls aren’t even your biological children—only Hailey is your real daughter. Yet you shower them with love while treating Hailey in the most cruel way possible. Do you have any conscience left?”
My mother remained unmoved, standing there with her arms crossed, looking completely indifferent.
The volunteer was furious and cursed her viciously: “People like you deserve to die! No one will even visit your grave when you’re dead!”
This comment made my mother freeze for a moment.
But then she smiled–a bitter, pained smile. “I don’t want her to come to my grave either. I hope she’ll hate me forever and never come to see me!”
Then my mother sighed and, just like every time before, leaned over to whisper that secret phrase in the volunteer’s ear.
The volunteer’s reaction was more intense than anyone else’s had been. She stared in shock, her body trembling with fear.
After a long moment, she silently walked over to the phone and
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said, “She’s her mother. Whatever a mother does to her own child is justified. Everyone should just go home.”
Then she ended the livestream.
Watching all this unfold, I felt completely calm. I’d known all along that anyone who heard those words would side with my mother.
When the volunteer came to see me at the hospital, she seemed helpless. She would sigh when she saw my wounds, but she no longer comforted me or offered any help.
I told her not to come anymore. She left immediately.
I spent four months in the hospital barely recovering. Just as the hospital was preparing to send me home by ambulance, I suddenly spotted my parents at the hospital.
My father was lying in a hospital bed, his face terrifyingly pale. My mother was holding his hand. For the first time, she looked at me without showing disgust.
I walked over on crutches. Even though he had abandoned me, seeing him sick still broke my heart.
I asked my mother what was wrong with my father. She glared at me coldly and told me to mind my own business. “You’re dying anyway–do you really have the energy to worry about others?”
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He also coldly drove me away: “Get lost! I get annoyed just looking at you!”
He was seriously ill, yet he still had the strength to curse at me.
I stared at the medical chart at the head of my father’s bed for a long time, then asked him, “Do you really have cancer? Is it incurable?”
My words seemed to bring him instant relief. He smiled and nodded: “Yes, it’s incurable. I’m going to die.”
I couldn’t understand why he seemed so eager for death. Here I was, constantly abused, yet still fighting to stay alive.
A few days later, my mother brought my father home. Our family clearly had money, but it seemed she wasn’t planning to treat his illness.
I went home with them, along with Sandra.
As my father’s mistress, she moved directly into our house and shared his bed.
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