Dark Revenge Against An Evil FatherChapter 1

"Lydia, stop looking so miserable all the time. Donating a kidney to my mom is a blessing for you." My dad's sullen voice echoed through the hospital room.

My mom, Lydia Cuevas, lying in bed in her surgical gown, didn't look well at all.

My dad kept complaining, "Didn't the newspaper already give you an award for it? What more do you want? With that sour face, how do you expect us to get through the days ahead?"

I rushed over and lifted my mom's gown, checking her front and back. Thank goodness, there were no scars. She was still healthy.

She patted my head gently, reassuring me she was fine.

But my dad wouldn't let it go. "We agreed on this at home. Now look at you, upsetting my mom. How is she supposed to go into surgery tomorrow feeling like this?"

Apparently, in my dad's mind, losing a kidney for no reason should have made my mom smile.

I remembered my last life. My mom, a traditional rural woman, always put her husband first. My dad had brainwashed her daily. Even though she was unwilling, she donated her kidney in the end.

After the surgery, my dad didn't even wait for the anesthesia to wear off before making her take care of my grandma.

"A daughter-in-law taking care of her mother-in-law is only right. Didn't my mom look after you when you had your confinement after childbirth?

"We're all family now. How could you bear to let her get up to eat and go to the bathroom by herself?

"If I wasn't a man, I wouldn't have asked you to do this," my dad complained.

But my mom had just had surgery herself and could barely move.

Less than a month after leaving the hospital, they had her working in the fields. She worked herself to death out there.

"Dad, you're healthier than Mom. Why don't you donate a kidney to my grandma?" I chimed in.

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I suddenly interrupted my dad. His expression turned a little sour.

"Technically, you're a direct relative, so you'd be a better match for the donation," I said innocently.

"What do you know, kid? I'm the backbone of this family. How could I work without a kidney?" he retorted.

I nodded as if I understood. "But didn't you say losing a kidney wouldn't affect life at all?"

My mom finally noticed the flaw in his argument. Her already reluctant face grew even more puzzled.

My dad, now impatient, started shouting, "Can a man and a woman be the same? Candace Giles, are you itching for a beating?"