The next second, Justice grabbed it back, protectively holding Zoey and questioned what I was doing. Zoey cried heartbrokenly, saying I had called her a vixen and threatened to break her legs and kill her. I looked at Justice and shook my head. "That's not true."
Justice didn't even glance at me, carefully escorting Zoey out. My mother heard the commotion and glanced at me at the door. She didn't ask what happened or if I was in pain. Seeing me constantly dabbing at the bleeding with tissues, she said in a tone that implied I deserved it, "Serves you right. Who told you to upset your sister?"
That woman didn't even step inside, turning around to follow and comfort my sister. Ever since I could remember, I knew that my mother didn't love me. She had my older sister with her wealthy ex-husband. After their divorce, she married my father. She always scolded my father for not earning enough and complained that I ate too much and didn't do any work.