No one noticed me, so the staff had to take me away again.

I was obviously abandoned again, but I was so happy.

I know that I would have a bright future, and they would get their comeuppance.

My mother was very resentful, not only because my father cheated on her, but because the person he hooked up with was Dolcie.

Targeting Dolcie for many years, my mother didn't expect that her husband would have an affair with her. My mother couldn't stand it, so she still made a fuss after returning home. My dad didn't have a good temper, so the two started a new round of fighting. They even ended up threatening each other with knives.

The next time I heard news about them, both of them were in the hospital.

My mother was so angry that she held the knife to chop my father. But because of the difference in physical strength, my father chopped her back with a few knives. It made her seethe with anger.

In a rage, she turned on the gas and wanted to die together with my father.

Luckily, the neighbors found it in time. My mom was stopped by them, but there was an open fire at that time. My parents jumped from the second floor to escape. The two were alive but showed signs of gas poisoning. In the end, they were sent to the hospital.

However, nobody realized that I placed the knives in the most conspicuous place at home and sealed the doors and windows.

On the way to the hospital, I timidly spoke to the staff, "Miss, I think my mother is mentally ill."

"Zoe, what do you mean?"

"Generally speaking, mothers always love their children very much, but my mother doesn't love me at all. Is it because she is mentally ill?"

The staff member then understood. She was stunned and quickly communicated with the man next to her.

"If the guardian has mental problems, then the child custody can naturally be transferred."

She paused for a while and added, "Also, I suspect she might be mentally ill. She turned on the gas to die with her husband. Does it prove she wants to commit suicide?"

As they were ready to help me submit the documents to the welfare house, I finally smiled.

When my neighbor called and briefly mentioned my parents' condition, I was disappointed that they only had minor injuries. But after meeting them, I found that they were much more serious than I imagined.