The Stepmother Is Not ViciousChapter 1
I woke up with a vague consciousness and the noise in my ears.
I put on a pajama, opened the door, and looked downstairs to the living room.
A three-year-old boy was crying, kneeling next to him was a little girl, and an old lady was scolding her fiercely.
"You were supposed to comfort your younger brother, but you made him cry! Are you doing it on purpose?"
The girl's voice was soft and tender.
"He asked me to lie down and be his horse. After crawling a few laps, I was exhausted and wanted to take a break, and then he started crying."
The old lady kept cursing.
"How dare you talk back to me! Let me teach you a good lesson!"
The little girl shook her head and begged for mercy while crying.
"Stop it, Kayla. Please don't touch my knees. It hurts!"
It was so heartbreaking that I couldn't bear it anymore.
She was only five years old and was so thin. After kneeling for such a long time, her knees were swollen.
How painful it must be!
I hurried downstairs to stop it, running and shouting.
"Stop!"
Just as I finished speaking, the voice of the system appeared in my ears.