The first thing I did after my rebirth was bind my daughter Zoey Morgan to a pain-exchange system with a pig that was about to die from illness. I did this because in my previous life, Zoey was born with a disease that made her skin as fragile as paper. Her entire body was covered in festering, oozing sores, and even her throat was filled with blisters. She cried in agony all night long from the pain. Back then, I quit my job and spent every day changing Zoey’s bandages, helping her eat, drink, and use the bathroom. Watching her lie in that hospital bed, suffering so much she didn’t want to live, broke my heart so completely I nearly cried myself blind. Until one day, my husband Alexander Morgan told me he’d found a pain-exchange system that could save Zoey. However, this system could only be bound to women. To save Zoey, I didn’t hesitate to bind with the system and transferred all her festering wounds onto my own body. But just as I was celebrating Zoey’s return to health, Alexander brought a woman named Bella Chavez right in front of me. He said, “The person I’ve always loved is Bella. If it weren’t for Zoey being sick and needing you to bind with the exchange system, do you think I would’ve even looked at you, let alone married you? Only bindable to women? That was all a lie I told you, you fool.” I was absolutely shocked, but I still dragged my disease-ridden body to protect Zoey, terrified that Alexander’s mistress might hurt her. But Zoey kicked me to the ground in disgust and stood alongside Alexander’s mistress. She said, “Someone with rotting, oozing skin like you thinks she deserves to be my mom? You still don’t know, do you? Your real daughter was thrown away by Dad the night she was born and replaced with me. To make you willingly bind with my system, I had to stomach calling you ‘Mom’ for over ten years.” Later, they abandoned me in an old house and left me to starve to death. Before I died, maggots crawled all over my entire body. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back to the moment when Alexander was trying to convince me to bind with Zoey’s pain-exchange system. ***** That familiar voice rang in my ears: “Abigail, this pain-exchange system took me so much effort to find. This is our only way to save Zoey. It’s just that you’ll have to suffer for it.” Abigail Sanchez is my name. Alexander looked at me with fake, anxious eyes, waiting for me to nod in agreement. Looking at his hypocritical act filled me with rage. This was exactly how he’d been in my previous life. When Zoey’s critical condition landed her in the ICU, Alexander pretended to be so anxious he had a brain hemorrhage and was also hospitalized. Before going into surgery, while I was panicking, he suggested I bind with the pain-exchange system, saying it was the only way to save Zoey. Back then, to restore Zoey’s health, I bound with the system. But what was the result? I let out a cold laugh, looked at Alexander, and asked, “Zoey isn’t just my child. What gives you the right to make me bind with the system?” Alexander hadn’t expected me to refuse. After all, to care for Zoey, I’d even quit my great job as a company manager, and I usually treated Zoey like my life itself, unable to bear seeing her suffer even a little. But he quickly regained his composure and pulled out his prepared excuse: “You and Zoey are both the people I love most. I can’t bear to see either of you suffer. Do you think I want you to bind with it? It’s just that this damn system can only bind to women. I have no choice.” I said coldly, “Really? Such an advanced system would also favor men over women? Maybe it’s lying to you.” I walked to Alexander’s hospital bed and snatched the vial of blood from his hands, preparing to drip it into his mouth. The binding procedure for the pain-exchange system was simple—you just had to drink blood from near Zoey’s heart. Alexander’s face went pale with terror, and for a moment he forgot to dodge. It wasn’t until I grabbed his chin, ready to force-feed him the blood, that he suddenly rolled off the bed and frantically wiped his mouth, terrified of actually drinking Zoey’s blood. “Are you trying to kill me?” Alexander said angrily. I looked at him mockingly: “What are you afraid of? Didn’t you say this system can only bind to women?” Alexander’s face was ashen as he stammered, “I’m afraid of wasting Zoey’s blood. Zoey’s body is very weak. Her blood is precious.” Afraid I might cause more trouble, Alexander quickly scolded me: “I’ve never seen a mother like you. Zoey is lying in that hospital bed barely hanging on. Faced with the only chance to save her, you still have the heart to mess around. I think you’re deliberately trying to kill her. “I’ve long felt that you don’t care about Zoey or this family. Do you think Zoey is holding you back? Have you been wanting to find another man and have a healthy child? “Anyway, Zoey’s disease can’t be cured. If you as her mother don’t want to save her, I won’t care anymore either. When she dies from her illness, I’ll divorce you, you vicious woman. If you want to have more children, go ahead. My daughter and I won’t burden you.” In the past, when I was successful in my career, Alexander had used this kind of psychological manipulation on me. Back then, my heart felt sour and guilty, thinking I really hadn’t done enough, so I gave up my good job and quit to care for Zoey. Because of her illness, Zoey often threw tantrums. After screaming at me each time, she would hug me and cry while apologizing, saying in her sweet voice, “In this world, I love Mommy the most.” I was psychologically controlled by her sweet poison for over ten years, and I cared for her for over ten years. Thinking about it now, I realize they were both equally selfish and cruel. Alexander urgently pressed me: “Hey, what are you spacing out for? Hurry up and bind with the system! Do you really want to watch Zoey die from her illness?” His voice pulled me back from my wandering thoughts. I looked at him and gave him a gentle smile: “Alright. I’ll go bind with it right now.” Alexander had just handed me the blood vial when he was wheeled into the operating room. He didn’t watch me drink Zoey’s blood, so he wouldn’t know that I immediately took the vial to a pig farm on the outskirts of town. I asked the pig farm owner, “Do you have any pigs here that are about to die from illness?”
I had just left the pig farm when I received a call from Zoey. She was crying on the phone, saying she missed me and asking if I could come back to be with her. Zoey said over the phone: “Mom, I feel so awful. Can you please come back and see me? I’m sorry, Mom. I know you’re already exhausted, and I shouldn’t be bothering you like this. But I really miss you so much. I don’t want to be separated from you. “Mom, I’m in so much pain. Am I going to die? But I haven’t been able to take care of you yet. I really don’t want to die. I want to stay with you forever and make you happy.” Hearing these heartbreakingly mature words, I took a deep breath, feeling a sharp pain in my chest like needles piercing my heart. I had raised Zoey for over ten years. She was born without intact skin, and even the slightest movement could cause her body to fester and ooze pus. I had always taken careful care of her. When she was little and couldn’t drink milk, I fed her drop by drop with a straw. As she grew older and cried in pain every day, I applied medicine to her wounds over and over again. Seeing how hard I worked, Zoey would touch my face with her tiny hands, saying she felt sorry for me and swearing that she would treat me well in the future so I wouldn’t have to work so hard anymore. I had loved and protected her with all my might. But why did I end up raising someone who didn’t know how to be grateful? Fortunately, from now on, I would never have to endure her bad temper again or suffer for her sake. When I arrived at the hospital, there was another woman standing by Zoey’s bedside. I immediately recognized her as Alexander’s mistress and Zoey’s biological mother, Bella. Seeing me walk in, Zoey, who had just been chatting happily with Bella, immediately pushed Bella away and looked at me with a few tears in her eyes. She said: “Mom, you’re finally here. Dad said you don’t care about me and don’t take good care of me, so he specifically found a woman. He also said that if you don’t work harder to find a way to cure my illness, he’ll divorce you and let Ms. Chavez be my mom. “I don’t want anyone else to be my mom. Besides, I believe you’ll definitely find a way to cure my illness. After all, you’re the person who loves me most in the world.” If this had been before, I would have been moved by Zoey’s understanding while thanking Bella for helping, just like every time in my previous life, being manipulated by these three terrible people. But this time, I just smiled coldly. I said: “Fine. Anyway, you’ve already bound to the exchange system, so you won’t need me anymore. You can let whoever you want be your mom.” Hearing my words, Zoey’s eyes widened with excitement. She asked: “Really? You really helped me bind to the system? All these disgusting ulcers and green pus on my body will transfer to you?” After saying this, Zoey seemed to realize she was too excited, so she coughed and then put on a frail appearance. She said: “All these years, you haven’t worked at all, eating my dad’s food, drinking what he provides—you might as well have been sucking his blood. If you hadn’t refused to earn money, Dad wouldn’t have been so exhausted that he had a brain hemorrhage this time. “Mom, I don’t mean anything by it. I’m also very grateful that you’ve taken care of me all these years. It’s just that I think Dad is very pitiful. I feel sorry for him.” I almost burst out laughing from anger. Alexander was pitiful? When I married Alexander, I already had a successful career and achievements. The house and car were both bought with my own money before marriage. For the following ten-plus years, I had been living off my previous savings and never asked Alexander for a single cent. But what about Alexander? He took away my healthy biological daughter and abandoned her, forcing me to quit my job to take care of the child he had with his mistress. All these years, he never took care of Zoey for even a single day. I had been too tolerant and generous with them, so much so that they ate my food, used my things, and still scolded me, saying I was spending their money. I looked at Zoey coldly and said: “The system just got bound, and you’re already feeling sorry for your dad who never did anything? Aren’t you afraid that in the end, your illness won’t be cured and you’ll be crying and begging me to take care of you?” Zoey and Bella exchanged glances, then both burst into laughter. Zoey, who had always been obedient and understanding, now seemed like a completely different person. She looked at me with a mocking expression and said: “Beg you? Don’t be ridiculous! Once the system is bound, the illness on my body will gradually transfer to yours. Me beg you? When the time comes, you’ll be the one begging me! “Mom, the person Dad likes isn’t you at all. He’s been with you all these years—that’s already more than you deserve. Why don’t you just help Dad and Ms. Chavez be together?” Bella, who had been silent until now, also said mockingly: “If you don’t divorce Alexander, he’ll be your primary guardian. When you’ve transferred all of Zoey’s illness and can only lie in bed, he won’t care about you at all—he’ll just let you die in agony. “If you don’t want to die, you’d better divorce quickly and not take any assets with you. Leave all that money to Zoey as compensation.”
I honestly have no idea what I’m supposed to compensate Zoey for. And I certainly won’t give up everything I’ve worked so hard for just to walk away with nothing. However, after binding with the system, Zoey seems convinced she’s guaranteed to win. Despite her body still being covered in festering wounds, she acts as if she’s already recovered, rushing to discharge herself from the hospital and running around having fun with her rotting skin. Bella and Alexander have stopped hiding their relationship too. Bella moved directly into Alexander’s hospital room. The two of them act like husband and wife, living it up in the ward. They’re too busy enjoying themselves to care about Zoey. As a result, on her first day out of the hospital, Zoey crashed while street racing and tore up another large patch of skin. In the past, I would have frantically applied medicine to Zoey’s wounds and never allowed her to do such dangerous things. But now, if she wants to kill herself, I’m not going to stop her. Soon enough, Zoey was covered in injuries again and back in the hospital. What I didn’t expect was that Alexander and Bella would have the nerve to come asking me for money. Alexander said, “Zoey isn’t just my child. She needs a huge sum for medical expenses now that she’s hospitalized. You need to figure out how to come up with the money.” I looked at Alexander in amazement and said, “I already helped Zoey bind with the system. I’ve done more than enough for her. What gives you the right to demand I pay her medical bills too? Besides, she deserves every one of those injuries.” After hearing my words, Alexander rolled his eyes. “You’re her mother. Isn’t it your duty to sacrifice for her? What kind of mother keeps score of how much she’s given her daughter? Abigail, if you’re going to be this selfish, let’s get divorced!” Before I could get excited about the prospect of divorce, Alexander quickly added, “Zoey says she wants to live with me. Don’t think you’ll get custody of her. And you won’t get a single cent either. Otherwise, I won’t let you see Zoey for the rest of your life.” Alexander thought this would scare me. After all, for the past dozen Christmases, my love for Zoey had run deep. But I just looked at him coldly and said, “Are you living in the house I bought before marriage and driving the car I bought before marriage, and now you’re so smug you’ve forgotten what a useless person you are? You think I won’t get a single cent? Fine by me. We don’t have any joint assets anyway.” Alexander was stunned, his expression turning ugly. He said, “You want to take back the car and house? I don’t agree. Abigail, Zoey’s condition just improved and she needs to recuperate. Do you really have the heart to make her suffer?” Now he’s trying to guilt-trip me? I almost laughed from anger and said, “You don’t seriously think Zoey can survive just because she bound with the system, do you? What right does someone so heartless and ungrateful have to live?” But as soon as I finished speaking, a slap landed hard across my face. Turns out Zoey had arrived at some point. Her previously obedient demeanor had completely vanished, replaced by eyes full of hatred and venom as she glared at me. She said, “I’m ungrateful? I’ve been forcing myself to call you mom for over a dozen Christmases despite how disgusting it makes me feel. I’m practically the kindest person in the world.” As Zoey spoke, she grabbed a fruit knife from the table and pressed it against my throat. She said, “Let me tell you something. I’m still a minor. Even if I stab you to death right now, I won’t get the death penalty. If you’re smart, you’ll hand over the car and house to me right now. Otherwise, after you’re dead, I’ll inherit them anyway.” The knife tip was sharp. Blood dripped down my neck drop by drop. My heart pounded violently from fear, but not because I was afraid of dying. It was because I saw that the festering, oozing wounds on Zoey’s body had completely disappeared. Her skin had become smooth and delicate all over, clearly showing she had recovered her health. A terrible premonition immediately rose in my heart. I quickly looked down at my arm and discovered that ulcerated wounds had suddenly appeared on my skin. But I never bound with any system. Zoey should have died from her illness long ago. What went wrong? Why did Zoey suddenly recover? Why are wounds appearing on my body? Did the disease transfer system malfunction? Could it be that once again I can’t change my fate, and I’m still destined to die for Zoey’s sake?
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