Later, Ethan was diagnosed with depression.
With treatment in the hospital, he gradually recovered and successfully took the high school entrance examination.
But what I didn't expect was that Daisy would blame me for Ethan's future mediocrity.
Several years later, he failed the college entrance examination and was repeatedly rejected from job applications.
Daisy would add fuel to the fire whenever he failed. "If you hadn't listened to your Amber and gone to that damn hospital for treatment, you would have earned a million dollars a year receiving my education."
After she repeated it a thousand times, Ethan actually began to believe it.
He asked my mother, Peyton Wilson, to cook for me every day and then secretly put drugs in the meals.
I ate it heartfully but ended up going insane.
Daisy was very happy after she knew that Ethan did those to me.
She forced Peyton to make a choice: whether she sent her own daughter to a mental hospital or put her own grandson to prison.
In the fear of hurting the little one, Peyton decided to hush me up.
After being locked up in an asylum for three years, I was turned into a real lunatic and died on the electric shock chair.
In my second life, which was the current moment, Peyton encouraged me to persuade Daisy to not torture her beloved grandson.
Instead of listening to her, I looked at Daisy with full approval. "Daisy is right. Students should focus on studying!"
My approval inspired her to make Ethan go through the punishment of slapping himself a hundred times.
Facing the fiery gazes of the people around him, Ethan promised with a swollen face and tears that he would never skip any classes again.
Daisy boasted to herself proudly, "Children nowadays are so hypocritical and fragile. They feel uncomfortable all day long when they study. You see, fists and curses will make everything better."
She believed that with this kind of education, Ethan would be diligent and motivated.
Only then could he be admitted to a grand high school, an Ivy League university, and find a job with an annual salary of over a million.
OK!
I was ready to see how this bullying-style education would help that little loser!
When we got home that night, my brother, Peter Rogers, was heartbroken to see the injuries on Ethan's face.