Failed Mother: Her Daughter Was Spoiled

I was thirsty at midnight. As soon as I opened the door, I found it pitch black outside.

Power outage? I wondered, but still groped my way downstairs.

Just as I reached the stairs, I heard a rustling sound on the first floor. It must be my daughter Angela playing late again.

"Angela? Are you downstairs?"

The person downstairs was panicked. I thought it was not good. The safe was on the first floor. I was afraid that a thief had entered.

I panicked and felt a void under my feet, falling down the stairs one after another.

A sharp pain came from my calf, and every part of my body hurt like hell. I screamed in pain.

"Oh, help, it hurts so much!"

The commotion downstairs stopped, and the next second I heard the sound of the door slamming shut with a "bang".

I felt a bad feeling in my heart.

At this time, Kathy came out of the second-floor room and hurried over when she saw me fall.

"Mom, are you okay? I'll take you to the hospital right away."

I pushed Kathy away, feeling uncomfortable. She had been in my house for more than half a year, and I had never been so close to her before.

I said lightly. "Why don't you go wake up Gertie? I don't want to trouble you."

Kathy became anxious immediately.

"Gertie is old and definitely can't carry you."

Before I could refuse, Kathy carried me on her back and carefully walked downstairs.

But as soon as we arrived at the garage, we were dumbfounded.

All the cars in the house had been sent for maintenance, and Angela took the only one left.

I didn't want to trouble Kathy anymore.

"Kathy, please put me down. I'll call the driver to pick me up."

But Kathy shook her head. She took out her phone, called an Uber, and then carried me to the entrance of the community.

Sweat was all over her face. Kathy's back was also wet.

I felt heartbroken because I had already figured out that the person downstairs just now was Angela.

The power in the house needed to be turned on to open the safe. But it was a power outage when I left. How could only our house have a power outage while the lights were on in other houses along the way?

Our community had very good security, and there was no thief.

Moreover, only Angela and I knew the password for the safe.

It could only be Angela who entered the safe, heard me fall, and then escaped and drove away the only car left in the house.

In the hot summer, my heart felt like in a cold cellar.

I didn't understand why my carefully cultivated daughter could do such a thing.

When we arrived at the hospital, there were already nurses waiting for us at the entrance.

Kathy helped me onto the wheelchair prepared by the nurse in advance, and she was busy with registration, payment, and getting medicine.

I had multiple abrasions on my body, and my lower leg was slightly bruised. It would take one or two weeks to heal.

I didn't have to worry about anything in the hospital. Kathy took care of everything. By the time I finally lay on the hospital bed to receive the anti-inflammatory injection, it was already dawn.

Kathy also sat by the bed and fell asleep.

Thinking of Kathy's care for me just now, my heart was warm.

I didn't expect that in my desperate situation, it would be Kathy by my side.

Kathy was about the same age as Angela, and her petite body was able to carry me so far.

The sound of Angela slamming the door and leaving still gives me lingering fear.

I secretly looked at Kathy's face. After a night of turmoil, she was already in a mess, with her hair sticking to her face and looking tired.

Kathy was suddenly sent to me by my son. My son and I had a bad relationship and rarely communicated. 8 months ago, he visited and asked me to take care of his pregnant wife.

When I was young, I was very busy with work. I sent my son to my mother's house as soon as he was born. So when my son grew up, he not only didn't get close to me but also was very hostile to me, with a mouth full of vulgar and obscene language.

I treated this son as a waste and took care of Angela carefully.

But I always felt a little guilty towards my son. So when my son handed over Kathy to me, I didn't refuse. It was not a problem for my family to support one more person.

I gave Gertie a sum of money for Kathy every month, not even enough for my daughter's petty cash.

I thought Kathy was the kind of woman with ulterior motives. She saw that my family had money and wanted to rely on it and not leave, helping my son fight for the family property.

So at first, I didn't give her a good face. I pretended not to know about the little actions my daughter secretly made against her.

But Kathy's reaction was different from what I expected. She knew that I didn't like her, so she simply avoided me and even hid in the kitchen during meals.

I would have almost forgotten that there was still such a person in the house if it weren't for seeing her figure and her growing belly in the villa occasionally.

I only remembered that one night I was awakened by the baby's crying and then I knew that she had given birth to a child.

Kathy didn't ask me to find a confinement nanny for her, nor did she trouble me. She silently took care of the child herself, afraid of disturbing us.

She walked for so long last night without stopping, I feel guilty. No matter how bad my relationship was with my son, Kathy's child was still my grandson. I, as a grandmother, was so irresponsible.

Suddenly, a ringtone pulled me out of my memories.

"Hello, is this Mrs. Weston? I am your private banker. Your daughter, Angela, is holding a deposit slip and wants to withdraw money. Seeing the large amount, I wanted to confirm with you."

My face instantly turned cold. Angela dared to silently take away my money.

I coldly snorted, "I don't agree with her withdrawal. Don't give her a penny."

After hanging up the phone, I saw that Kathy had been awakened by me.

When she first came, she would get lost just by going out the door, but now she can handle all the hospital procedures for me.

Kathy was about the same age as Angela. But Angela would never go to the doctor by herself.

I still asked in doubt.

"Kathy, are you familiar with this hospital?"

Kathy was slightly stunned that I would ask this, and then smiled and told me.

"Every time I have a prenatal check-up, I come over here by myself. I've long figured out the way. Even when giving birth..."

Kathy suddenly stopped and didn't continue speaking, and my guilt deepened.

I knew what she wanted to say was that she also called the emergency number and went to the hospital by herself when giving birth.