“My mom begged you, and you still want her to sell blood? That’s not enough—you made my dad fall too! You’re nothing but a curse on this family. I’ve hated you for a long time. Today I’ll get justice for Mom and Dad!”
Half-conscious, I felt the warm blood flood into my mouth before Ryan finally stopped hitting me.
“Don’t worry, Mom. As long as I’m here, no one will ever bully you.”
I struggled to my feet, only to see Margaret collapsing into Ryan’s arms, sobbing bitterly:
“It’s my fault—I can’t afford to raise you both. I know your sister resents me, but what can I do? I don’t want her to miss her chance to study.”
“My life is cheap. I can suffer, it doesn’t matter. If I can’t sell my blood, then I’ll sell myself instead. Don’t stop me, son.”
She staggered toward the door.
It was already dark outside. I wiped the blood from my face and walked back to my room, ignoring the cries and insults echoing behind me.
I never had any favoritism, yet somehow, every blame always landed on me.
My mind dulled, I remembered so much.