"Really? What a pity! Why does the girl have such a mother?"
My goal was achieved, and my mother was humiliated as I expected.
She hated me even more, and I also hated her very much. I decided to move to the second step to seek revenge.
With the Child Protective Service staff watching over her, my mother didn't dare hit me. Instead, she scolded me every day.
Every time this happened, I would deliberately run to my father's study room. It was because he wouldn't allow anyone to enter his study room and make loud noises.
Upon seeing me hiding behind my dad, my mother would shut her mouth immediately.
Although my father noticed me, he didn't take me seriously. He just stared at the computer. But in fact, he was not looking at documents but chatting.
He was seemingly working in the study every day; in fact, he was always chatting with his mistress.
In my prior life, I found out about my father's extramarital affair just before I died. At that moment, he divorced my mother and took half of our belongings. That was why my mother took advantage of me to make money.
Back to reality, I tried to lean towards the computer screen. To my surprise, I saw Dolcie's name on the screen.
It seemed like they were flirting with each other. There was their chat history, including the news they planned to go to the hotel.
My dad's mistress turned out to be Dolcie. I had known for a long time that she and my mom didn't get along, but I didn't expect that it would happen.
I took several photos through with the children's camera in my hand.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm playing."
My father was so nervous that he slapped me on the head and kicked me out.
Certainly, he couldn't imagine that a 4-year-old girl like me would take photos to gather evidence about their affair.
I didn't leave but sneaked back and squatted under the table, just in time to catch their chatting records.
Until now, I realized the reason why the door of the study was usually kept tightly closed. It turned out that my dad wanted to keep it a secret.
My mother used to ignore me, so I took my camera and ran to the printing shop without anyone noticing. Later, I printed out everything and brought it home.
At this time, my brother was watching TV intently. He saw me and made a face at me. I showed no mercy and punched him in the head, trying to kill him while he was young.
In my prior life, he bullied me a lot with his strong strength.