My mom, who prides herself on being a health guru, has long believed in using celery to manage my dad’s high blood pressure. Concerned about my dad’s health, I discreetly provided him with blood pressure medication, which eventually stabilized his condition. Later, when my dad discovered my mom’s infidelity, he was so upset that he suffered a cerebral hemorrhage. I invested time and resources to help him recover. However, under my mom’s influence, he became convinced that the medication I provided was the cause of his illness. Together, they plotted to have me pushed in front of a luxury car, resulting in my death. When I opened my eyes again, it was the day we first discovered my dad’s hypertension. This time, I sarcastically praised my mom: “Mom, you’re truly a health expert. I completely trust you to take care of Dad’s health.” The doctor studied my dad’s medical report, his brow furrowed, and said, “Your blood pressure is dangerously high—280/180. You must take medication to control it, or the consequences could be severe.” My dad nodded in agreement, “Yes, yes.” But my mom dismissed the doctor’s advice, “Doctors these days always prescribe medication. Don’t they know that medicine has side effects?” “If he takes medication every day, his body will surely suffer.” “In this case, diet therapy is the safest and most effective way to lower blood pressure.” Hearing my mom’s familiar argument, it hit me—I had been reborn, back to the day my dad’s hypertension was discovered. In my previous life, I had taken my parents for a check-up, and we found out my dad’s blood pressure was alarmingly high. The doctor advised medication, but my mom ignored the advice, insisting on using celery to manage his blood pressure. When I realized this, I searched online for cases of strokes and cerebral hemorrhages caused by hypertension, hoping to warn my parents. But my mom slapped me and scoffed, “Those online stories are staged or exaggerated—they’re not reliable.” “If you encourage your dad to take random medicine again, I’ll marry you off to that guy from the village.” Afraid to confront my mom directly, I watched in silence as she continued with her celery regimen. My dad, being a submissive husband, followed her lead. His blood pressure kept climbing, and fearing complications, I secretly bought him medication. After much persuasion, he finally agreed to take it. Later, my dad stumbled upon my mom with another man in the park. His anger led to him collapsing on the spot. I rushed him to the hospital, where the doctor said he had suffered an acute cerebral hemorrhage due to high blood pressure, urging us to gather funds for immediate surgery. Upon hearing the surgery would cost over 200,000 Yuan, my mom exclaimed about having no money and suggested just letting him die. Unable to abandon him, I used my ID to take out a high-interest loan to pay for the surgery. After a long night of emergency care, my dad survived. Though he lived, he was left with severe aftereffects. I quit my job, learned rehabilitation techniques online, and helped him recover at home. Three years later, he was finally back to normal. But he believed my mom, thinking the medication I provided caused his illness and that my efforts were out of guilt. They lured me back home, drugged my drink, and took me to the roadside. When a Rolls Royce sped by, my dad pushed me under its wheels, killing me. They extorted 5 million Yuan from the car owner with my death and lived wealthy lives. My mom even had a son later, becoming a ‘winner in life.’ In this life, I’m curious to see if my mom’s celery can really cure my dad’s hypertension.
The doctor, hearing my mom’s words, looked at me earnestly, “Young lady, please persuade your parents. This is not a joke.” “Every year, over 6 million people in our country suffer from cerebral hemorrhages due to hypertension. Most don’t survive, and only a few are lucky enough to get a second chance.” “You must take this seriously; taking medication can control it.” “Don’t wait until complications arise, or it will be too late to regret.” I snapped back to reality and said cheerfully, “Doctor, don’t worry, my mom’s a health expert. She can definitely lower my dad’s blood pressure.” My mom gave me a rare approving look, then rolled her eyes at the doctor and called him a “quack” before strutting out with my dad. They didn’t hear the doctor’s last words. “Young lady, your mom’s blood pressure is high too. You must convince them both to take antihypertensive medication!” Back home, my mom bought a bunch of celery and prepared various dishes for my dad. After a month of this, my dad complained of dizziness, “Nora, my head’s spinning. It feels like the world is turning.” My mom, engrossed in her TV show, responded without looking up, “You’ve been eating too many vegetables, must be malnutrition. I’ll make some pork trotters to supplement you later.” I chimed in, “Dad, my high school classmate Li Jinjin’s dad didn’t take medication for his hypertension and suffered a brain hemorrhage. He didn’t survive.” “My classmate said her dad felt dizzy and the world spinning before it happened, just like you. Could it be your hypertension?” “Dad, why don’t I take you to the hospital for a check-up?” My dad, timid and hearing about someone dying from hypertension, was terrified. He grabbed my hand and insisted, “Dear, take me to check it out.” As we reached the door, my mom threw her slipper, hitting my dad’s head. We turned to see my mom, one hand on her hip and the other pointing at us, yelling: “Ethan, if you dare go to the hospital today, I’ll never let it go.” “I told you it’s malnutrition, and you’re listening to Lydia, doubting me?” “Unbelievable!” “Lydia, get out, you ungrateful brat.” My dad, seeing my mom angry, wilted and apologized, “Wife, don’t be mad. It’s Lydia’s fault. I believe you, I believe you, calm down.” Yes, I’m Lydia Greene, the unwanted child with no status in this family.
I was born during the strict family planning era. And because I was a girl, my mom wanted to drown me in the cesspool and try for a son. But my dad, soft-hearted, kept me. Whenever I misbehaved, my mom would say, “I should’ve drowned you in the cesspool to avoid the trouble.” My dad would say, “If not for me, you’d have been drowned by your mom. You should be grateful I gave you a second life.” So, I grew up grateful and obedient to them. But all it got me was being killed by them. In this new life, I want to live for myself. I smiled to myself. Dad, this time, I really won’t care about you. I wonder if you’ll regret it once you see mom’s true colors? But I guess dad won’t have the chance to regret. Because mom changed her dietary strategy. Monday to Friday, she used celery to lower dad’s blood pressure. On weekends, she made rich foods to supplement him. In half a year, dad gained weight, and his blood pressure kept rising. Mom watched dad grow fatter and his blood pressure higher, smiling in satisfaction. One day, after breakfast, mom dressed up and went square dancing. After she left, I coaxed dad to take a walk. As we passed the park grove, we heard moans. Dad, hearing the sounds, couldn’t help but curse, “Which stray dog is in heat here?” I listened and then said, “This sounds familiar, like mom’s voice!” Hearing me, dad got serious, “Don’t talk nonsense. You go ahead; I’ll see who’s shameless.” I nodded, “Okay, dad, I’ll take a stroll.” I hadn’t gone far when I heard a commotion behind me. There were panicked curses and dad’s angry shouts: “Nora Bennett, you… you cheated on me!” Ah, dad finally found out about mom’s affair. When I got there, dad was already foaming and collapsed. I took dad to the hospital. Outside the emergency room, the nurse asked mom to pay the surgery fee. Hearing it was 200,000 Yuan, mom widened her eyes, “200,000? Why don’t you go rob?” “Ugh, always asking for tens of thousands. You wouldn’t make 200,000 even if you sold yourself.” Mom’s venomous words made the young nurse tear up and leave. An older nurse approached us, speaking harshly, “You don’t look like you’re struggling financially. Isn’t your husband’s life worth 200,000?”
People around us began whispering and pointing at my mom. “How heartless, not even caring about her own husband.” “Exactly, what a misfortune for this family.” “Maybe she planned to harm her husband on purpose? You never know with people these days.” Hearing the murmurs, my mom finally couldn’t stay silent. She began to pressure me. “Lydia Greene, pay your dad’s surgery fees first.” “Our money is tied up in a fixed deposit. We can’t access it until it matures.” “I know you have 200,000 in savings. You cover it first, and I’ll pay you back later.” “Remember, without your dad, you wouldn’t be here.” I nodded and agreed. I turned around and used her and my dad’s IDs to take out a 500,000 loan from a loan shark. I paid 200,000 for my dad’s surgery. I kept the remaining 300,000 as startup capital. The next day, the doctor issued a critical condition notice. Seeing the notice and the expense list, my mom broke down. She started cursing, “That deadbeat, if you’re going to die, just die already. Stop wasting my money.” “I’m not signing anything. You better refund my money. I choose to abandon treatment. Just take him back and cremate him.” Facing the pointing and whispering, my mom snapped back at those who criticized her. “Are you going to pay for his treatment? If not, why are you meddling?” “Do you live by the sea? Why are you so nosy?” “If the emperor’s not worried, why are you, the eunuch, in such a hurry? Get lost, my family matters are none of your business.” With that, she pushed the doctor aside, trying to storm into the ICU to drag my dad out. I held onto my mom, trying to reason with her. “Mom, don’t give up on Dad. He can still be saved.” “How can you just watch him die?” “You’ve already hurt him once, do you want to hurt him again?” Ignoring me, my mom shoved me to the ground. “I’ve had enough of him. It’s better if he dies.” She pushed the doctor aside and was about to open the door when someone suddenly rushed over, grabbed my mom’s hair, and pulled her away, then slapped her hard. “Phoebe Bennett, how dare you.” Seeing the person who suddenly appeared, I felt a wave of relief. Aunt Fiona finally arrived. After sending Dad to the hospital, I called Aunt Fiona. Dad collapsed; I couldn’t let Mom have an easy time. So I thought of Aunt Fiona, who has always been at odds with Mom. I clung to Aunt Fiona’s leg, crying, “Aunt Fiona, you’re finally here. If you hadn’t come, my mom would have taken my dad straight to the crematorium.” “Aunt Fiona, please save my dad. The doctor said he can still be saved. Boohoo.”
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