Serena deliberately crashed her car into mine. I miscarried my second child, bleeding heavily. Yet, my own daughter eagerly offered Serena her blood, completely ignoring me. Julian, my husband, used his authority to drop the case, instead running back and forth to Serena’s bedside, doting on her. I barely survived, escaping death by a hair’s breadth, only to be met with accusations from both my husband and daughter. “You wouldn’t have died if you just avoided it! Why are you so selfish? If you hadn’t moved and let Auntie Serena hit you, she wouldn’t have crashed into that pole and gotten hurt!” “I told you to stay home, raise the kids, and do housework. Why do you have to be like Serena? Look at how stupid you are, can you even drive?!” My daughter pointed at me, her face contorted with rage: “You’re not missing an arm or a leg. What’s the big deal if you’re old and your looks are gone, and your face is disfigured? Do you really think Dad will look at you twice?” She kicked my hospital bed fiercely, yelling at me, “If you hadn’t shamelessly forced your way in, Dad and Auntie Serena would have been together ages ago. Auntie Serena might even be my real mom!” “I’m telling you, if you dare to sue Auntie Serena, I’ll disown you and cut all ties with you as your mother!” Julian stood by, watching coldly, not bothering to intervene. He said impatiently, “The doctor said you’re too old, and with the heavy bleeding, I’ve already agreed to a hysterectomy. You’ll never have another child.” “If you don’t behave, when you get old, I’ll just have Scarlett send you to a nursing home. No one will bother with you then.” The anesthesia hadn’t fully worn off. I lay on the hospital bed, unable to move. Tears stung the wounds on my face. I had multiple fractures, and a gash from the car door sliced from under my right eye straight down to the corner of my lip, tearing my flesh raw. To be treated this way by the two people closest to me… I felt like knives were slowly slicing my heart into pieces. In the end, I compromised with them. I wouldn’t pursue charges against Serena. My husband and daughter both went next door to take care of Serena, completely abandoning me. My mouth was parched, and I hadn’t eaten all day. Julian was too stingy to hire a nurse for me, claiming it was a waste of money. My face flushed red, desperate to use the restroom, but I couldn’t move without pain. Finally, humiliatingly, I wet the bed. The nurse, exasperated, went to the next room to find someone. Julian was there, wiping down a naked Serena. He looked utterly disgusted, his face turning ashen. “She just broke her leg, she’s not helpless! If she can’t take care of herself, she can wear diapers. Who has time to change her?!”
Once I could barely get out of bed, I leaned on a crutch, enduring the pain, and went to the restroom to change my clothes. When I returned, I saw Julian anxiously questioning my attending doctor. His voice was filled with concern: “Doctor, Serena has a black mole on her butt. I heard that such moles can easily turn cancerous if they rub too much. Does it need to be removed?” “And she has two more black spots on her inner thigh. I’m really worried, could you please take a look?” A wave of numbness washed over me. I didn’t want to face him, so I turned and headed back into my room. Julian and Serena had always had a tangled past, their lives secretly intertwined. I knew that. I gave a bitter laugh, thinking how much of a failure I was. Suddenly, a strong pull yanked me backward. My crutch slipped from my grasp, and I lost my balance, crashing to the floor. My head slammed hard against the wall, and everything went black from the pain. Scarlett stood over me, looking down with a furious glare. “Did you post that video online? You’re just jealous of Auntie Serena, can’t stand to see her happy, so you’re trying to ruin her reputation!” “Auntie Serena has a concussion, she can’t get upset. She just cried herself unconscious. Are you only satisfied if you drive her to her death?”
The video of Serena deliberately crashing into me had somehow been uploaded online. Netizens immediately recognized that she had intentionally hit me. “I didn’t upload the video. I had no idea about it.” I endured the pain and patiently tried to explain, reaching out to grab her hand. “Don’t touch me!” Scarlett pulled her hand away in disgust. She wasn’t listening to my explanations, convinced that I was the one who posted it. Julian walked over, not bothering to help me up. He simply bent down and snatched my phone from my pocket. Using my account, he posted a clarification message. It was only when other patients’ family members nearby couldn’t stand it anymore that they came over and helped me back to my bed. I tremblingly opened my phone. I saw the video my daughter had just uploaded. She was dressed in a style strikingly similar to Serena’s, mimicking her soft tone of voice: “I’m Eleanor Miller’s biological daughter, and I’m speaking up to set the record straight. As her daughter, I can no longer stand her shameless and despicable behavior.” “My Auntie Serena and Dad grew up together, childhood sweethearts. But my mother used disgraceful means to get pregnant with me, forcing my dad to marry her.” “The video is fake. My mom deliberately provoked and insulted Auntie Serena, trying to frame her and get her arrested. I’m her daughter, how could I lie…?” My hand trembled as I scrolled through the comments. Below, comments slandering me and sympathizing with Serena covered the screen.
I wanted to confront Scarlett, but they found me first. Julian gently placed Serena on a chair. Her voice was soft: “Eleanor, you’re disfigured now. How can you be the lead dancer? Why don’t you let me have the position?” “You’d look embarrassing dancing like that, and you might scare the audience.” My face changed. I instinctively tried to sit up, pulling at my wounds: “No! I’ve been preparing for this performance for three years! I poured so much effort into it; I can’t give it up.” “It’s just a lead dance. Why are you so petty? If it weren’t for you, Serena wouldn’t be injured.” Julian completely disregarded my refusal. He forcefully grabbed my hand and pressed my fingerprint onto a voluntary withdrawal form. Scarlett, beaming proudly, handed the form to Serena, swinging her arm and acting spoiled. “Auntie Serena, now you can relax, right? Without her as a stumbling block, the lead dancer position is yours for sure!” “And you can wear the gown Dad bought you, Auntie Serena. You’ll be so beautiful. Dad and I will both be there to cheer you on!” Serena’s face broke into a smile. She gently stroked Scarlett’s head, then looked up at Julian with a sweet expression and kissed him. “Julian, thank you. It’s so good to have you both as family.” The three of them looked so intimate, as if they were the true family. A bitter wave of despair washed over me, twisting my heart. I closed my eyes, unable to watch their joyous family scene. Julian suddenly stepped forward, grabbing my wrist and sliding off the ice-blue jade bracelet I wore. He said with disdain, “This bracelet looks perfect on Serena. Your skin is so sallow; it’s wasted on you. And all those designer skincare products you have at home? Give them to Serena too.” “You’re not allowed to be discharged with us. Your face is too ugly. You stay here in the hospital and get plastic surgery. Don’t come out until you’re done.”
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