My sister-in-law asked me to give her 150,000 as hush money, but of course I wouldn't agree.
As a result, my sister-in-law used the Internet to exaggerate the story of her son falling to his death and slandered me as an unforgivable sinner.
Since then, our door was filled with wreaths by uninformed netizens. Some people even threw red paint on my door and put dead rats in it.
For a while, my daughter and I were like rats crossing the street, being chased by everyone.
My daughter, Lily, gradually became withdrawn and even showed suicidal tendencies.
Unexpectedly, my sister-in-law and the others were still not satisfied and actually broke into my house.
My mother slapped me in the face again and again while scolding, “It was you who killed our Bailey Family's only son, why wasn't your daughter the one who died, Ruth?
“I want you and your daughter, who is worthless, to be buried with Allen.”
My sister-in-law poured a bucket of gasoline on me, her cold eyes seemed to be filled with poison.
She said cruelly, “It's all your fault, Ruth. Since you can't take good care of Allen, just leave this world quickly!”