After my rebirth, the first thing I did was grab a baseball bat and swing it at my fake paralyzed adoptive parents, Julian and Mary Thornton. In my previous life, after Julian and Mary suddenly became “paralyzed,” the responsibility of caring for my younger brother Jacob Thornton fell entirely on my shoulders. To support them, I was forced to drop out of school. Later, I worked three jobs simultaneously, desperately raising my brother until he got into MIT. Later, I worked three jobs simultaneously, desperately raising my brother until he got into MIT. I returned to my hometown to share this good news with Julian and Mary. But the moment I walked through the door, I saw the “paralyzed” Julian and Mary standing perfectly fine, embracing a girl who looked exactly like me, calling her “my daughter” with faces full of affection. I couldn’t believe it. I approached them to demand an explanation, only to be pushed to the ground with disgust written all over their faces. They mocked me without any attempt to hide their contempt, and that’s when I finally understood—I was the switched daughter of a wealthy family, having had my identity swapped with their biological daughter since childhood. “If we hadn’t needed you to support Jacob, we would’ve thrown you out on the streets long ago. Now that Jacob’s gotten into college, you’re worthless. Get lost.” At Mary’s command, bodyguards swarmed me, pinning me to the ground. And my brother, whom I had protected since childhood, just stood there coldly, watching me get beaten to death without a trace of pity in his eyes. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Julian and Mary announced their paralysis. ***** “Oh, Julian, you two are so unfortunate. Your youngest son is still so small, and now you’ve both collapsed. Trudy, you need to be more sensible from now on. Your family’s Jacob still needs your care. This household depends entirely on you now.” The neighbors offered their concerns—some genuine, others just watching the drama unfold—giving me these instructions. I looked at Julian and Mary in their wheelchairs again, my heart filled with indescribable complexity. For a moment, I felt dazed—I really had been given a second chance at life. In my previous life, when I came home from school, the house was already packed with people. The mayor stood among the crowd, his face grave as he told me that Julian and Mary had been in an accident at the construction site, struck by falling steel beams and both completely paralyzed. I fainted on the spot from crying. When I woke up, Julian and Mary had already been wheeled into the house, sitting in wheelchairs. Jacob was still young and too frightened to say a word. I tried to balance school with caring for three people, but it was impossible to keep up, so I eventually had to drop out. Later, when Jacob grew older, he needed to attend high school in the city center. I worked during the day and stayed with Jacob in a small apartment in the city at night, cooking and doing laundry for him daily, while also hiring caregivers for Julian and Mary. My efforts weren’t in vain—Jacob eventually got into MIT. That Christmas, as soon as I received the notification, I immediately bought a ticket home, wanting to tell Julian and Mary the news in person. But the moment I walked through the front door, I saw Julian and Mary, who had been paralyzed for over a decade, standing there full of life, holding a girl who looked exactly like me. Where was even a trace of illness on their faces? Meanwhile, I looked like an old woman, haggard from years of malnutrition. I couldn’t help but tremble as I approached them for an explanation, but they coldly pushed me to the ground. “You were born a pitiful wretch. Lucky for you that you somewhat resemble Emma. Might as well tell you now—your real father is the New York tycoon Cassian Winslow, but now he’s Emma’s father. If we hadn’t needed you to put Jacob through school, we would’ve left you on the streets long ago. Now that you’re useless, it’s time for you to leave so Emma can enjoy life.” That’s when I finally understood—I wasn’t their child. They had faked their paralysis because they didn’t want to raise me, this burden, while still having me raise Jacob. And Jacob just stood there expressionlessly, watching me get beaten to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Julian and Mary announced their paralysis. Watching Julian and Mary still pretending to be unconscious in their wheelchairs, I suppressed my rage until all the neighbors had left, then grabbed the baseball bat from the corner and walked toward them. They wanted to fake paralysis? Well, let’s see if they could keep up the act! The hatred in my heart blazed like wildfire. Why should they get to live comfortably while I had to fight tooth and nail to support this family? I gritted my teeth, rolled up their pant legs, and brought the bat down hard.
Seeing the solid muscles on their calves, I suddenly burst out laughing. My laughter drew back the villagers who hadn’t gone far yet. Everyone crowded closer, and when they saw Julian and Mary’s legs, several uncles were also stunned. The caregiver had been watching the commotion outside, but now came in and saw this mess, her face twisted with anger. My head was buzzing, my heart filled with shock. It seemed Julian and Mary had really gone all out to fake their paralysis. When I struck them with that stick, they didn’t make a sound, but their leg muscles couldn’t stop trembling. I sneered coldly – they must have nearly bitten through their teeth. The caregiver came up and shoved me. “Trudy, you actually hit your own parents? You’re so ungrateful! If it weren’t for them trying to get more compensation to make your lives better, would they suffer like this? And you hit them so hard!” Once the caregiver said this, the villagers’ gazes shifted from Julian and Mary’s legs to me, studying me meaningfully. But I just sat down on the ground and cried my heart out. “Ma’am, I just couldn’t accept it for a moment, so I wanted to test if they still had any feeling. I couldn’t believe they were really paralyzed, and Jacob is still so young. Also, I heard Mom and Dad got hurt at a construction site, but when I just looked at their legs, how come there’s not a single injury?” “That’s right, Julian’s legs look healthier than mine, and that muscle was still twitching just now,” a relative said. The caregiver was left speechless by my questions, and after a long while, she finally managed to squeeze out a sentence. “Would your parents lie to you about being paralyzed? You hit them so hard, and they didn’t even react. Their legs just look fine on the surface, but they actually can’t stand up anymore.” “Really?” I stared at the caregiver with a face full of doubt. She thought she had fooled me and quickly urged me to go take care of Jacob. But I stood in front of her without moving, deliberately acting naive. “Since Mom and Dad got hurt at the construction site, shouldn’t the site pay compensation?” The caregiver froze – Julian and Mary hadn’t taught her how to cover this lie. Actually, I knew perfectly well they were all faking it. I just couldn’t swallow this injustice. Did they think they could live comfortably for the rest of their lives by faking paralysis, dumping all the trouble on me? Just take a few beatings and enjoy the final victory? I stared coldly at this caregiver who knew the truth. “It’s not that the construction site doesn’t want to pay, is it? Tell me where the site is, I’ll go find them tomorrow. If they try to dodge payment, I’ll livestream and expose them online.” The caregiver broke out in a sweat. She probably never expected that the “good girl” Julian and Mary described could stay so calm in the face of crisis and keep pressing about money. She had no choice but to push me back to my room to sleep while repeatedly promising to take me to the construction site the next day. Once the door closed, I could still hear Julian and Mary cursing in low voices. I couldn’t help but sneer, thinking: “Think you can dump everything on me without paying up? No way! No money, no deal – don’t expect me to clean up this mess.” The next day, before dawn, the caregiver knocked on my door. She handed me a stack of cash – the so-called compensation. “Ten thousand dollars. The site supervisor already ran off, this is what I fought tooth and nail to get.” I “gratefully” accepted the money. I could tell they were eager to get rid of Jacob and me – they even gave the money readily. After all, they’d soon reunite with Emma Winslow and enjoy their real daughter’s good fortune. Emma was now the daughter of a top billionaire. Just her casual handouts would be enough for them to live comfortably for life. To work in the city, I had opened my own independent bank account. The caregiver didn’t suspect a thing. With my own account, I started packing up everything valuable in the house. In my previous life, when I went to the city for Jacob’s education, I couldn’t bear to let that vegetable plot go to waste, always feeling it was Julian and Mary’s hard work. This time I rented it out directly, and all the rental income went into my pocket. Mary’s jewelry – I sold it all for cash. After all, she was stuck in a wheelchair now, no matter how much jewelry she had, she couldn’t wear it. The house got emptier as I cleaned it out, while my wallet got fatter and fatter. When I’d pretty much cleared out everything valuable, I took Jacob, still in swaddling clothes, into the city. Looking at Jacob in my arms, who knew nothing, I laughed coldly. Julian and Mary had schemed for so many years, dumping Jacob on me to raise. How could I disappoint them? I would definitely send them a big gift.
Sixteen years had passed since that Christmas, gone in what felt like the blink of an eye. Throughout those sixteen years, I’d poured everything I had into raising my brother. Since I never hesitated to spend money on him, he consistently ranked first in his grade at school. When the college admission results came out, just as I’d expected, his performance was even better than in his previous life—he claimed the top spot in the entire city. The day the results were announced, reporters swarmed our front door. Watching my brother’s confident demeanor on the news filled my face with smiles and pride. All my sacrifices had been for this moment—to make those deadbeat parents Julian and Mary so restless they’d have to come crawling back themselves. I was certain that people like them, who only wanted to freeload, would never pass up an opportunity to bask in the spotlight. Sure enough, at my brother’s graduation celebration, while everyone was showering me with praise, the hotel doors suddenly burst open. I stood up at the commotion, only to see Julian and Mary—who should have been completely paralyzed—strutting in bold as brass. “How could we, as parents, miss such an important moment in our Jacob’s life?” I suppressed my laughter and frowned at the caregiver who’d been looking after them. The caregiver withered under my stare, keeping her head down in silence. Seeing the two of them stride in with such vigor, many villagers were stunned. After all, for the past sixteen years, they’d been pretending to be paralyzed in wheelchairs. Ignoring everyone’s stares, they walked up to me, shoved me aside, and pulled my brother into their arms. Julian looked deeply moved, his eyes welling up as he patted my brother’s head. “Jacob, I’m your father!” My brother frowned in disgust, quickly dodging away and grabbing my arm instead. His eyes were full of revulsion. “Trudy, who is this guy? How can he just walk up and claim to be my dad? I don’t know him!” Watching Julian and Mary’s embarrassed expressions, I couldn’t help but serve my brother some food. Seeing my brother’s cold reception, Julian couldn’t save face. He angrily shouted at me, “Trudy! Did you teach him this? You’re the one who taught Jacob not to recognize his parents! He was so well-behaved as a child—how did he turn out like this?” Mary also looked ready to cry, starting to beat her own chest. “You little vixen! You’ve been jealous that your brother’s a boy since childhood, and now you’re turning Jacob against us!” Their shamelessness made me laugh with anger. After all these years of never raising my brother for even a single day, what right did they have to expect his recognition? I said nothing, but Julian felt challenged and charged at me, ready to kick. He’d barely taken a step when a man much taller than him blocked his path. Julian looked up dismissively, but his expression changed the moment he saw who it was. “Mr. Winslow, what brings you here?” Cassian Winslow spoke calmly, “I don’t recall inviting you.” His voice carried an intimidating weight. Julian immediately deflated. The reporters who’d been interviewing my brother instantly swarmed toward Cassian. “Mr. Winslow, you’ve topped the wealth rankings again this month. Could we get an interview?” Cassian coldly toyed with the ring on his finger, ignoring everyone until the crowd gradually quieted down. Only then did he turn to look at us, his tone becoming much gentler. Having lost face in public, Julian forgot about his job and directly confronted Cassian. “Mr. Winslow, even if I’m your driver now, surely my son’s graduation celebration isn’t your business to manage?” Julian smiled smugly. “Mr. Winslow, my Jacob ranked first in the entire city!” Cassian chuckled at this, his tone unreadable. “Your Jacob?” Hearing this, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Julian still naively believed that my brother standing beside me was his son. In my previous life, he’d refused to acknowledge me even unto death—how could I possibly continue being his cash cow? They’d always assumed I’d work like a pack mule for Jacob’s sake. How naive! I’d waited sixteen years just to watch them make fools of themselves today! Looking at Julian’s chubby, smiling face, I seized the moment to explain, “Actually… he’s not your Jacob. He’s just my brother.” Julian snorted coldly, “Jacob is my only son—what’s wrong with that? You’re not even his real sister.”
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