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Mom was extra furious that day. The rod came down much harder than it used to be. Unable to hold it in, I howled.Mom only got angrier. "What are you screaming for? I can no longer dance after giving birth to you, so your dad got himself a mistress! And you're a good-for-nothing, too! I can't believe you only got second place… How could you have gotten second place? You want everyone to point fingers at me, don't you? In your dreams!"She shoved me into the walk-in freezer that was being organized earlier.She said, "Come out only when you've reflected on your actions."I had hurt my leg when I rolled down the stairs just now, so I couldn't find my balance.My body leaned forward beyond my control, crashing toward a pile of stuff on the floor. My forehead incidentally hit a sharp corner, and blood instantly gushed out.I weakly crawled toward the door, calling for help in a faint voice, "Mom, help. Save me…"I had done everything I could, but since Dad was present that day, he w

"Henry! Henry!" Mom reached for Dad.But Dad kept backing away from her as if he were avoiding some sort of virus.He pulled a check out of his suit pocket. Looking down at Mom, he said, "Anne has remarkable talent, and I expected nothing less from my daughter. Candace, I've already remarried. My new wife doesn't want to give birth, but she happens to be quite fond of Anne."With that, Dad glanced around the interior of the house.It was narrow and dark inside, and everything looked worn down.I could clearly see the disdain and disgust in Dad's gaze. He said grandly, "Judging by your financial situation, I don't think you're capable of giving Anne a better life. Getting married to you was a mistake, but surprisingly, our kid isn't."I've already gone home and inherited the family fortune, and my new wife is a world-renowned dancer. Only we can build a bright future for Anne! Candace, I want sole custody of her."I was furious when I heard that. "Shut up! It has been years, and

The pungent smell hung in the air, and the crowd dispersed soon enough.Only Mom remained standing where she was, staring at the rotting corpse in a daze.She stuck out like a sore thumb.Mom was a massive neat freak. She was probably upset with me again.I looked at my own corpse. When I pictured my dancing figure on the stage, pangs of pain shot through my heart.I was a vain person, too. I had given everything I had to dancing, and just when I achieved the glory I had been yearning for, I was destroyed by my mom, who had personally raised me.I ended up looking so pathetic…I could hardly suppress the sorrow in my heart. Unable to bear it any longer, I turned around and left.The police had cleared the area, and the corpse was taken downstairs.The procession was nearing the first floor when Mom suddenly moved from her position upstairs. She hurried down the steps.She should be disgusted with me, but she threw herself at me, crying, "Marianne! Please stop this right now.

The police wanted to bring Mom in for some questioning, but she hid herself in time. They couldn't find her at all.When the police left, Mom sneaked into the crime scene at home. Then, she deftly reached into the kitchen hood and pulled out a phone wrapped in a plastic bag.I was shocked when I saw that. I had no idea that Mom was already aware of the surveillance camera at home.I wondered when she first discovered it.Mom took the phone to a quiet and secluded spot. She searched every nook and cranny of its files before locating a well-hidden link to a cloud account.It seemed that all the surveillance footage had been uploaded to the cloud.Mom pored through the footage from dusk to dawn, then from dawn to dusk. She was extremely patient as she organized and edited all the videos.These were all recordings of Dad secretly coming over to talk to me.In the videos, Dad was always expressing his hatred toward Mom.Meanwhile, I had always been stubbornly defending her.I was

When Mom heard that, she had a foul expression.But Dad was still going at it. He was venting as if his life depended on it. "Ugh, disgusting fools! You and your daughter have held me back long enough! Do you know how hard it is for me to find a muse? I—""Muse, my foot!" Mom suddenly started lashing out. "Henry, you're just a loser who got lucky. You have zero creative talent, and you're weak, spineless, and irresponsible. I don't believe for even a second that someone like you could paint anything that matters in the slightest. Trash like you have no right to be talking about muses!""...What?" Dad was dumbfounded.After all, for as long as he could remember, Mom had always admired him. She had never voiced her true thoughts like this before.At that moment, Mom had never been more lucid and decisive. She was probably pouring out all the frustration she had been bottling up for the majority of her life. "In terms of talent, I am a peerless genius in dance! As for Anne, I expecte