My dad became even more furious. When I refused to admit anything, he grabbed a belt and beat me until there wasn't a spot on my body that wasn't bruised.
Finally, under Eva's instigation, he threw me out of the house during a heavy rainstorm.
I lay on the street for a day and a night until a passerby couldn't stand it anymore and took me to the hospital. I was diagnosed with severe pneumonia.
The hospital tried to contact my dad after some effort, but it was Eva who answered the call.
When she heard I was in the hospital, she said there was no money and told them to abandon treatment. She even secretly turned off my dad's phone.
Because of this, I missed the best time for treatment and eventually died.
A tide of hatred surged within me.
Once again, I could hear Eva's moans echoing in my ears.
I checked the time. Eva still had no intention of finishing.
So, I took out my phone and made a video call to my dad.
After calling three times, my dad finally answered, "I'm in a meeting. Why are you calling me on video?"
After my parents divorced, my dad was decent to me. But everything changed after he married Eva.
The saying goes, "With a stepmom comes a stepdad." It was entirely true.