Even though my husband’s mother, Patricia Cooper, is mute, strangely enough, I’m the only one in the family who can hear her thoughts. On the day Patricia was hospitalized for surgery, I heard her inner voice. [These hospital sheets make me itch all over. I wish Isabella could buy me some cotton sheets.] I immediately bought a cotton bedding set and personally changed them for her. However, I never expected Patricia to suddenly start wailing the moment she lay down. Then she pulled several bloody needles from underneath her body. My husband Thomas Cooper wouldn’t listen to my explanation and slapped me across the face. “My mom only came to the city because she’s sick. If you don’t want to take care of her, just say so!” The day before Patricia’s surgery, her inner voice came through again. [I’m getting old. If I go into surgery, I might not make it out alive. I wish Isabella could bring me my husband’s photo.] Following her request, I brought the photo album and handed it to the nurse. But the nurse publicly berated me as a vicious woman. The album didn’t contain old photos—instead, it was filled with pictures of me abusing Patricia and curse-filled writings. In a daze, I was pushed down the stairs by the so-called righteous nurse and other patients in the room, and died from the fall. Even in death, I couldn’t figure out what was really going on with Patricia’s inner voice. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Patricia wanted me to buy cotton sheets. ***** “Mom, I’m going to pay the hospital fees now. Isabella will stay here to help you organize your things. If you need anything, just write it down and tell her,” Thomas said before leaving. Patricia waved at me, pulled out a stack of crumpled bills from her pocket, and pressed them into my hand. Then she pointed at my bare neck and gestured toward a jewelry commercial playing on TV, indicating I should buy myself a necklace too. Although Patricia couldn’t speak, she had treated me like her own daughter ever since I married Thomas. I knew she cared for me, so I genuinely considered her my own mother. “Honey, my mom treats you better than she treats me,” Thomas said jealously when he returned to the room and witnessed this scene. Under their watchful eyes, I suddenly felt my palms grow inexplicably hot, and the air around me seemed to thin. At that moment, I was finally certain I had truly been reborn. In my previous life, after hearing Patricia’s inner voice, I immediately bought cotton sheets to replace hers. But the moment she lay down, she began screaming in agony and pulled several bloody needles from underneath her body. The attending physician thought something terrible had happened and rushed in with a group of nurses. Panicked, I quickly explained, “I just picked up the sheets from the dry cleaner, but I don’t know why there were needles in them!” They reluctantly believed me and told me to go home and return tomorrow for further investigation. But just as I was about to leave, Patricia suddenly clutched her stomach and writhed on the bed, revealing bruises from beatings all over her body. The doctor’s expression immediately turned serious, and he called the police on the spot. I grabbed Thomas’s hand, trying to explain, but he slapped me hard across the face. “I was wondering why you were suddenly being so kind. Turns out you wanted to kill my mom with needles!” I frantically explained, “Patricia said she wanted cotton sheets, so I bought them!” Thomas sneered and immediately pushed me to the ground. “Still making excuses? My mom is mute. How could she possibly talk to you? “My mom rarely comes to the city for medical treatment. If you don’t want to take care of her, just say so! Why abuse her?” I desperately wanted to explain that I wasn’t lying. Even though Patricia couldn’t speak, I could hear her thoughts. Thomas had the police take me away without looking back. After this incident spread, my company fired me immediately. I thought it was just a misunderstanding, but later when I brought the old photo album following Patricia’s inner voice instructions, the nurse publicly exposed me for long-term abuse. In a daze, I was pushed down the stairs by the so-called righteous nurse and other patients and died from the fall. Even in death, I couldn’t understand why only I could hear Patricia’s inner voice. In this life, I silently vowed to uncover the truth and seek justice for my tragic death in the previous life. I pocketed the money and casually helped Patricia pack her belongings. When Thomas wasn’t paying attention, I secretly switched out his phone charger. In my previous life, he left in a hurry after receiving a company call, never understanding the real situation and completely misunderstanding me. This time, I wanted him to see with his own eyes exactly how his mother “spoke.” After hiding the charger, I bent down to organize Patricia’s items according to the doctor’s list. Patricia stared intently at my back, and the familiar inner voice echoed in my mind once again. [These hospital sheets make me itch all over. I wish Isabella could buy me some cotton sheets.]
I pretended not to hear her and kept my head down, focusing on packing up my things. Seeing no reaction from me, Patricia repeated herself several times in her mind. I continued to act oblivious, which made her so anxious that she kept staring at me. Her intense gaze made my back itch with discomfort. Thomas was a typical workaholic who received countless phone calls every day as a matter of routine. He couldn’t be away from his phone for even five minutes without getting restless, and when he discovered it wouldn’t charge, his expression immediately darkened. He was clearly becoming agitated. Within two minutes, Thomas was ready to leave. Seeing this, I quickly grabbed my bag and followed. “Patricia, I’ve packed everything and double-checked multiple times. You’re not missing anything. If you need something, just text us. Thomas and I have to head back now—we both have early mornings tomorrow.” Patricia clutched the corner of her blanket and kept her head down without speaking. I deliberately asked, “Patricia, Thomas is in a hurry. Is there anything else you need? While we’re still here, why don’t you write it down on paper?” She looked at me deeply, her lips trembling, but no sound came out. Thomas grew impatient and shoved the notepad from the table into her hands. After much hesitation, Patricia finally wrote down “I want cotton bed sheets.” “Alright, Patricia, I’ll have someone bring them to you tomorrow.” I was about to pull Thomas away when Patricia suddenly grabbed my sleeve and wouldn’t let go, insisting she needed them now. Thomas completely lost his patience and took me to the nearest mall. When we returned, I deliberately fumbled around, pretending I didn’t know how to change the bedding, which made Thomas so frustrated that he did it himself. By coincidence, while Thomas was changing her sheets, Patricia was called away for tests and had no idea who had done it. Just like in my previous life, as soon as Patricia lay down, she began screaming in agony, pulling several bloody needles from her body. The doctors immediately rushed into the room upon hearing the commotion, only to find her holding needles in one hand while pointing at me with the other. The moment Patricia pointed at me without hesitation, the last bit of hope in my heart vanished completely. In my previous life, her thoughts had echoed in my mind countless times. I could never understand why she would treat me this way, and I refused to believe she would deliberately hurt me. Her accusation was as disappointing as the slap Thomas had given me that Christmas. I immediately turned to Thomas and asked, “Thomas, how could there be needles in the sheets you changed for Patricia? I know you’re busy with work, but you can’t treat her like this! You’re her son, and she worked hard to raise you. Now that she’s sick, even if you’re impatient, you can’t hide needles in her bedding!” The onlookers immediately began murmuring among themselves, all looking at Thomas with condemning eyes. His pent-up emotions finally exploded: “I’m her son—how could I possibly hurt her?” “We all saw it! You can barely stand being in this room for a few minutes without getting impatient. How could you possibly change your mother’s bedding? You must have done it on purpose!” The family members of other patients in the room pointed at Thomas and accused him harshly.
More and more people gathered around to watch. Thomas angrily shouted at Patricia, “Mom, are you insane? What good does framing me do for you?” Patricia froze, her arms slowly dropping to her sides. I suppressed my laughter. On the surface, I remained calm, but inside I felt absolutely thrilled. In my previous life, when I was falsely accused, Thomas didn’t even give me a chance to explain—he slapped me across the face without hesitation. Now he was lashing out at his own mother. I quickly stepped forward to check Patricia’s injuries, inadvertently revealing the bruises from beatings on her body. “Thomas, what happened to these injuries on Patricia?” Thomas was stunned too. Before he could defend himself, a patient’s family member behind us pointed at Thomas and cursed, “You look all respectable, but you’re nothing but an animal!” “We should call the police! The cops need to handle this!” “Ma’am, don’t be afraid. We’ll testify for you that it was your ungrateful son who hurt you.” The crowd was filled with righteous indignation, pulling out their phones to call the police. Now Patricia panicked. She had intended to frame me, but instead ended up implicating Thomas. She kept grabbing people’s hands to stop them from calling the police, but this only convinced everyone more that she was a pitiful woman who had been abused by her son for a long time and was too afraid to speak up. Thomas trembled with rage, pointing at Patricia and roaring, “Say something! Tell them it wasn’t me! “Speak up! I work for the government. If this gets out, my career will be ruined—I’ll be fired! “Mom, are you trying to destroy my future? I was supposed to get promoted this Christmas!” I sneered inwardly. He was so frantic only because he feared it would affect his job. Hadn’t he been so confident that Patricia wouldn’t speak up before? Now he was desperately forcing her to explain. After Thomas was taken away by the police for questioning, Patricia was so worried she didn’t sleep all night. Early the next morning, Patricia frantically gestured at me as soon as she saw me, wanting me to testify for Thomas. I impatiently interrupted her gestures and pretended to comfort her, “Patricia, don’t worry. If Thomas is innocent, the police will naturally release him after they investigate.” Patricia’s eyes darted around, and suddenly her gaze toward me became strange and unfamiliar. Just then, the monitor suddenly let out a piercing alarm, and many doctors and nurses rushed into the room. Afterward, a doctor handed me a pre-surgery consent form to sign. “Patricia’s current physical condition is very poor, and the surgery carries high risks. If she has any final wishes, you should try to fulfill them.” After the doctor left, Patricia used her eyes to hint at me just like in my previous life—she wanted to see her husband’s photos. Seeing that I remained unmoved, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and write down her final wish on paper: [Before my surgery, I want to see my husband’s photo one more time.] Without hesitation, I agreed and told her to wait peacefully in the hospital room. After returning home, I planned to randomly grab a photo album to deceive her. After all, in my previous life, I had been killed because of her photo album. In this life, I absolutely couldn’t repeat the same mistake. I began searching everywhere for a photo album, planning to grab any random one and head to the hospital. Unexpectedly, I discovered a file folder wrapped tightly in clothes inside Patricia’s closet. The moment I opened the file folder, I saw something I would never forget for the rest of my life.
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