I played dumb and asked the most practical problem. Later, my grandfather silently went to see a doctor and chose to give up.
He had to witness that his daughter died before him at his age, so he was naturally extremely sad. He didn't even dare to look at her and went straight home.
The next moment, I ran to my parents and snorted.
"Are you happy now? This is how it feels to be abandoned by your family."
That was how she gave up on me.
My mother rolled her eyes in anger and fainted.
My dad was quite shameless and even tried to beg for mercy, "Zoe, please ask a doctor to save me. I never hit you, it was your mom who hit you."
"Yet, you chose to be a bystander and didn't stop it. Being indifferent is also a mistake."
I ignored his pleas and walked out.
It was extremely painful for them. Burns not only defaced them but also tormented them psychologically.
Although my grandfather knew there was no hope of saving them, he still wanted to have a try. He only gave up the surgery but not the treatment.
So, my parents relied on intravenous drips to live every day. Besides, they felt extremely painful and unable to sleep all day long.
At first, they begged me to perform surgery on them to save them, but later on, they gave up on themselves.
"Zoe, you... you go tell the doctor that I don't want to live anymore. Don't continue the infusion."
His voice was so low that I could pretend not to hear it. I just continued playing with my phone with my head down.
After all, he was like this when my mother beat me before and I asked for help.
As for my mother, she was sent to the emergency room because she fainted.
Sadly, she could not be saved and was pronounced dead on the spot.
I turned my gaze to my father who was still alive.
He tried to take off the oxygen mask himself, and I didn't stop him. I watched him die with his eyes wide open.
Both my parents died, and my brother and I were sent to my grandfather's house. He couldn't even take care of himself, not to mention the two children.
In the end, the staff of the Child Protective Service sent us to a welfare home.
In an adult's mental state, I was doing well here. Only my younger brother, who had been spoilt for too long, couldn't get used to the living conditions. So, he was often bullied.
He even tried to ask me to help him.
It was kind enough for me not to bully him.
In the welfare home, I had a very happy and fulfilling life.