After quickly steadying me, she angrily yelled at Shane, still dazed and shaken, "Shane, you almost hurt mom!"
Shane glared at me, "She’s paralyzed and can't feel pain, so why are you so nervous?"
"I'm so annoyed! We lost the qualifying round again!" Shane cursed as he walked into the room and continued playing games.
Cherry, still terrified, checked me over and over to make sure I was alright. Only then, despite the bruises on her hands, did she begin to inspect the wheelchair that had been kicked. Noticing a loose buckle, she immediately pulled out her toolbox and worked on tightening it bit by bit until late at night. The livestream's comments were boiling with comments,
"I'm so sad. Where can you find such a good daughter? Her hand was badly injured, yet she's completely worried about her mother."
"Why is such a good daughter so unlucky, having such a blind, biased mother?"
"That's right, is this mother's heart made of stone? Her daughter has done so much for her, so why is she so cold to her own daughter?"
"No wonder they say there's always something hateful about those who are pitiful. This mother is so hopelessly biased, she deserves to be paralyzed."
"It's so suffocating."