“Our daughter has just been through something like this and she is suffering from both physical and mental trauma. We want to accompany her through the surgery before contacting the police.
“Please, doctor, arrange it as soon as possible and use the best materials. We will pay for it no matter how much it costs.”
I laid on the hospital bed, the anesthetic gradually wore off and the conversation between my parents became clearer and clearer.
My father seemed relieved as he spoke, “It's good for Lindsey to be like this. Martina won't feel pressured or sad because of her excellent academic performance.
“Besides, Lindsey did not grow up with us since she was a child. We can spend more time with her in the future to make up for it.”
It was not a very cold voice, but it made me feel cold all over.
This was the family affection I had longed for for more than ten years and this was the family I once loved.
It was them who pushed me into the endless abyss, allowing the evil people to crush my self-esteem, trample on my body and let me be swallowed by despair.
But then, they were still acting as a savior and shedding crocodile tears.
How ridiculous!
“Martina is still waiting at home alone after her exams. We promised her that we would give her a graduation party, so she should not stay here. Lindsey won’t wake up for a while anyway.”
The two people walked away gradually.
The tears could no longer be stopped from falling from the corners of my eyes and for a moment I could not tell whether the physical wounds or my heart hurt more.
I thought that letting me find my family was a gift from God, but I did not expect it to be a punishment for my extravagant hopes.
When I was taken back to the Mitchell Family at the age of fifteen, I felt that my parents did not seem to like me that much.
Especially when Martina saw me, her eyes turned red and she looked timid and my parents' expressions towards me became even stiffer.
But I grew up in an orphanage and my desire for family affection seemed to have become an instinct.
I finally returned to my parents and I thought that as long as I was well behaved and studied hard, they would definitely like me.
After all, that was what the director's mother told me.
I tried my best to please my parents and not let them worry.