Chapter 12 — On the day of the university entrance exam, my parents forced me to take the blame for my sister

“Didn't mom say she was mentally weak and couldn't stand stimulation?”

“Didn't you say that if she is destroyed, she is truly destroyed, and you are strong and can wait?”

Every sentence I say. More tears fell from her eyes.

“Chieu Chieu... stop talking...”

“Why don't you say it?”

My voice is very light.

“The day before I said those words to you…”

“Isn't your mother saying it very well?”

In the hospital room. There was only the sound of the machines making each beat. My father sat next to me. Bow your head. The whole person seemed to be drained of strength. He finally spoke.

“We were wrong.”

“We have raised a white-eyed wolf.”

I looked at him.

“It's not like you two raised a white-eyed wolf.”

“It's just you two condoning her evil.”

“Then one day, that evil turned around and bit the two of them.”

My father's face turned pale. My mother cried and reached out to hold me.

“Chieu Chieu, mom has nothing left now.”

“I only have you left, Mom.”

I took a step back.

"No."

“I don't have children anymore.”

Her hand stiffened in midair. I calmly said:

“Mom used to have it.”

“But mother herself pushed me away.”

She burst into tears. I don't cry. Just quietly took out a bank card from my pocket and placed it on the nightstand. A bit of hope immediately flashed in my mother's eyes. I calmly said:

“This money is not for two people.”

“It's about paying back the expenses outside of the nurturing obligations that the two of you may have spent on your child over the years.”

“From today.”

“We no longer owe each other anything.”

My father suddenly raised his head.

“Chieu Chieu, what do you mean?”

“It means money can be calculated clearly.”

“There's still love…”

“Stop thinking about it.”

My mother cried so much she couldn't breathe.

“You can't treat your mother like that…”

I looked at her. I finally said the words that I had never been able to say until I died in my previous life.

“I used to love you very much, mother.”

“Really love it.”

“But you took my love over and over again…”

“Fill the bottomless pit named Lam Dao.”

“Now that hole still exists.”

“But my love is over.”

I turned around and left. When stepping out of the hospital. The snow outside was falling more heavily. Luc Tram stood in front of the hospital gate, holding an umbrella, waiting for me. He didn't ask why I came here. Don't ask if I'm heartbroken or not. Just quietly tilted the umbrella over my head. My nose suddenly stings.

“Luc Tram.”

“Am I too cruel?”

He looked at me. His eyes were strangely serious.

“I'm just giving myself back to myself.”

That moment. I finally burst into tears. Not because of the Lam family. It's because of myself in my previous life. The person died and still couldn't wait for a fair sentence. Lam Dao was arrested in a small southern district. After stealing the surgery money and running away, she bought a bunch of branded goods. Then he was tricked into investing in a so-called "online celebrity training company". The money was quickly spent. To continue maintaining her glamor, she stole money from her roommate. There are no more parents to take responsibility. There is also no longer a sister to push to take the blame for her. The day she was arrested. I am teaching literature online to children in mountainous areas. The topic that day was:

“Me What kind of person do you want to become?

A boy raised his hand and asked me:

“Teacher, if my family always says I can't do it, can I still become a very good person?”

I looked at the timid eyes in the screen. Suddenly I remembered myself the other day. I replied softly:

“How others define you is not your outcome.”

“You can slowly grow into the person you want to become.”

“Even if no one believes you.”

“You also have to believe in yourself first.”

After school. The police contacted me. They asked me if I agreed to provide recordings related to Lam Dao's misappropriation of money from the bank card and forced me to plead guilty that year. Those documents will be used as additional evidence of her behavior. I agree.