After the court ruling, we couldn't even afford rent, and the three of us had to sleep under a bridge.
Without money for medicine, my dad would die!
That day, it poured rain.
My mom and I took turns carrying my paralyzed dad, drenched in rain, kneeling at the Lewis Villa gate.
The three of us knelt, begging Chloe for mercy and a way to live!
Chloe stood at the door, looking down at us with disdain.
"Serves you right. Don't meddle next time," she said.
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Bang!
The security door closed. No matter how much I pleaded, Chloe never looked at me again.
Chloe called the police, and they drove the three of us away.
After that, my mom and I sought media help and legal aid to sue Chloe for perjury.
The Lewis family was very rich and easily used money to suppress public opinion.
The media found the story uninteresting and were unwilling to help us anymore.
By this time, my dad desperately needed medicine. And we couldn't delay any longer.
Desperate, I chose to drop out of school and work.
My mom and I worked as piece-rate workers in a factory during the day and washed piles of dishes at a food stall at night.
We returned home at dawn and still had to clean the feces and urine off my dad.
Even so, the money we earned was barely enough for my dad's medical expenses.
The doctor told us to buy a wheelchair and take my dad out for walks, which would be good for his health.
But we had already sold everything we could, and we couldn't come up with any more money.
Desperate, my mom chose to embarrass herself.
One day, when I came home from work, I heard heavy breathing from a man in the house.
I pushed open the door and saw my mom lying on the bed, looking at me with terror and shame.
Afterwards, the man threw down a wad of cash and left hurriedly, pulling up his pants.
My house had only one room. The place where my mom entertained clients was separated from my dad's sickbed by just a curtain.
A week later, my mom finally saved enough money to buy my dad a brand-new wheelchair.
With the remaining money, she bought meat from a street vendor.
The three of us sat at the dining table, eating the meat voraciously.
That day was the happiest day for my family since my dad was crippled.
That night, my dad quietly got out of bed alone, wheeled his new wheelchair to the balcony, and flipped over.
The next day, when we found my dad downstairs, his body was already cold.