Chapter 3

He was holding a rabbit plush toy that I had once sewn for him stitch by stitch.

But now, the rabbit's entire body had been maliciously cut beyond recognition.

I looked at Charlie with trembling hands.

Was this still the child I had nearly given my life to birth?

But he wasn't like this before.

He used to sweetly call me "Mom" and was sensible enough to help with housework.

But I don't know when it started.

He began to despise my increasingly haggard appearance from taking care of him.

He pointed at my nose, "You're so ugly now, no wonder Dad doesn't want to come home to see you!"

My heart was painfully stabbed, and a bucket of cold water was thrown in my face.

Charlie held the bucket, impatiently glaring at me.

"What are you staring at? Hurry up and sew it!"

I looked at him deeply and calmly told him.

"Go ask Lily to sew it for you."

With that, I walked towards the balcony to find new clothes.

But the next second, I heard a click as the balcony door was locked.

I was shocked and desperately pounded on the door, shouting.

"Charlie, open the door!"

But Charlie just snorted coldly, then directly pulled the curtains shut, ignoring my desperate cries for help.

The night wind was bitterly cold, and my wet clothes clung to my body, making me shiver.

My heart also turned completely cold.

I curled up in the corner, seeking a bit of warmth.

But at this moment, I heard a woman's moan.

"Oh, you naughty boy. Do you really like this outfit that much?"

"Olivia is right next door. Aren't you afraid she'll come out and see us?"

Lucas panted and teased.

"Don't worry, with Charlie keeping her busy, she won't have time to bother us."

"Besides, we've been apart for so many years. Don't you miss me?"

The sounds of passion filled my ears, and I finally couldn't control myself and vomited a mouthful of blood.

That night, they were on fire in the room.

While I was on the balcony, chilled to the bone by the cold wind.

It wasn't until noon the next day, when I was about to become dehydrated, that Lucas found me.

He hurriedly took off his coat to wrap around my nearly lifeless body, and for the first time, he put on a serious face for Charlie.

"Charlie, who told you to do this?"

Charlie pouted, "She deserved it for not helping me sew my doll."

"But you can't do that!"

Charlie snorted and carelessly pulled Lily's hand to run away.

Lucas sighed and held my hand to comfort me.

"Olivia, Charlie thinks Lily is you now. Everything he does is because he loves you."

"You need to understand him. Besides, I'll always be on your side."

His eyes were deep and sincere, as if he still loved me very much.

If I could ignore the fresh red marks on his neck, I might have believed him.

I turned away, not wanting to look at him anymore.

Seeing my attitude, Lucas also became angry.

"Olivia Johnson, it's getting old if you keep acting like this."

I laughed, "Is that so? Then I'll just keep acting till the end."

"Unbelievable!"

Lucas slammed the door hard as he left.

The noise made my temples throb with pain.

I lay on the couch, taking a long while to recover before getting up to go to the hospital.

I needed to buy medicine.