"Mom, I did nothing wrong. You asked me to take care of Maria, so I posted a piece of news on Instagram. I want to tell others she is my younger sister. Did I wrong?"
My stubborn expression angered my mother again.
She picked up things from the table and threw them at me.
At the same time, she muttered, "You just want others to know Maria was from the countryside so that others will look down on her. You are so vicious！"
The glass smashed above my head, and the fragments cut bloody streaks on my face.
I cried out in grief with tears falling on my face, "I didn't tell a lie. Why do you blame me?
"I know you don't love Dad, so you don't like me. But I am your daughter, and I am jealous while seeing you caring for another girl."
After speaking, I immediately ran out with my phone.
After walking out of the house, the sadness on my face disappeared completely. Then, I walked into the police station with a happy look.
The police took me to get my injuries checked. My wounds weren't serious, but Laura was indeed guilty of domestic violence.
While the police were on their way to arrest Laura, I sent the recorded video to some marketing accounts, asking them to publicize it widely.