I had a lingering fear when I saw the gauze wrapped all over his body.
If it weren't for the System, the person lying in bed screaming would have been me.
But would the System really work?
The door of the ward was pushed open, and my dad, Hale Lowe, and my mom, Salena Griffith, came in with nutritional supplements.
Seeing Randall's appearance, they felt a little sorry for him.
They also watched the videos online, and just like Mabel and Lionel, they thought that Randall was possessed.
After feeling sorry for Randall, they started to criticize me.
"Sybil, how could you be so careless? See how bad Randall is hurt?"
I sneered, "Mom, Dad, shouldn't you be grateful? Randall was going to pour the soup on me."
My mom impatiently said, "Do you have any evidence that he wanted to pour it on you? Besides, you're standing here fine now, aren't you?"
So, in other words, the fact that I was standing here fine now could erase the harm Randall had done to me.
If I hadn't seen my birth certificate at home, I would really doubt if Randall was their biological child.
Perhaps it was just like the plot in the TV drama. Perhaps I was switched at birth.