After all, I was the daughter of the Schmidt family. Even the doctors would be a little afraid of me.Everyone assumed that I would be brought home very soon, coached into becoming a proper socialite, and placed squarely among the upper class.But surprisingly, after a few years, they still did not take me home.Some people started trying to bully me. I lived in the mental hospital since I was eight years old, but before that, I was a mentally healthy person… or kid.I was not stupid. I would fight back when I got hit. If they bullied me, I would remember their names and complain when my so-called parents visited me.At that time, I still believed them very much.After all, after countless electrotherapy sessions, I strongly believed that they were my real parents.However, I cried and made a fuss many times, yet those who harmed me were never punished.Even then, they did not take me home.People worshiped power and crushed the weak. I learned that lesson quickly enough.Eve
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