When Randall came to meet my parents for the first time, he poured the whole plate of pasta on my mom's head just because of a little displeasure.
Although they had a vague picture of what kind of man he was, they still threatened me with their lives, forcing me to marry him.
It was simply because Randall's family was well-off and could help my younger brother.
I had always known how much I meant to them, but sometimes I hoped that they might love me a little.
But it seemed I was wrong.
When Mabel and Lionel came back with a man, Randall had just woken up.
He was in so much pain. He glared at me fiercely as if he wanted to tear me apart.
He struggled to finish a whole sentence.
"Dad, Mom, it's all because of her!"
Hearing this, Mabel stepped forward and slapped me again. This was not the first time she had hit me in front of my parents.
So, my parents weren't surprised, and they didn't want to stop her.
Instead, they turned to the so-called expert to discuss Randall's situation.
"I knew it was your witchcraft, you bitch!
"What have you done to Randall?"
Seeing that I didn't speak, Mabel anxiously came forward and grabbed my arm, but this time, it was she who felt the pain.