The next morning, the door was slammed.

A girl was wearing high heels, looking young and pretty. She looked at me hostilely with her cat-like eyes, "You are the woman that Brother Dick brought back yesterday."

"Well, you look like you're about to die of illness, who are you pretending for?"

Her name was Ella Windy, the youngest daughter of the Windy family, a famous tycoon family. She was supported by someone and was a mediocre little star in the entertainment industry.

"Hey, I'm warning you, stay away from Brother Dick. A woman like you who exudes the smell of poverty all over your body is not worthy of him!"

"Also, we're getting engaged soon, and he's my boyfriend!"

The girl's loud screaming and shouting soon attracted Dick. She immediately dived into the man's arms and stuck her head out to observe my reaction.

He was wrapped in a bath towel, not knowing where to put his hands. He sighed familiarly and rubbed his brows helplessly.

He said, "Ella, what's up."

For a moment, I seemed to see myself in this girl.

When I was eighteen, I was arrogant and looked down on everyone because my family was rich and powerful.

There was only one person who would call me Ju, which was very affectionate.

And now, he called others such a name so affectionately.

"What are you looking at? Get out of here!"

Wen Ella stuck her head out, she raised her eyebrows proudly, and made a face at me.

So, I left.

Long-term repression had made me almost as abnormal as my mother.

In the psychiatric ward of the hospital.

The woman threw everything at hand at me, cursing non-stop.

"June, you are useless! None of the food here is edible, and the servants don't serve me well!"

"I want to go home, let me go home!"

"You're a money-loser! You're an unfilial daughter! Why don't you just die!"

I calmly picked up the broken dishes and threw them into the trash can. The fragments cut a big gash on my hand.

"Mom, if I die, you will have no one to order around."

"Bang--"

The woman stood up and slapped me in the face with all her strength.

The right side of my face was burning with pain and I had a strange ringing in my ears. I stood there expressionless and let her beat and scold me.

For a long while, the woman was silent, and her disfigured face became more hideous and terrifying.

I touched my red face woodenly and said in a cold voice, "Go, go back and continue to be the pampered Mrs. Windy you are."

A cold wind blew in, and the other personality in her body awakened, and her eyes gradually turned red.

The woman hugged me, cried bitterly, and blew on the red marks on my face with heartache.

"Ju, I'm sorry, let mommy see if it hurts?"

"Mom didn't mean it. You're my only daughter..."

My mother used to be a very gentle and beautiful woman. She watered the flowers and sewed, was kind and thoughtful, and never spoke loudly.

Ever since my dad got into trouble, his enemies came to our house and no one knew what happened that night.

When I rushed back from school, the house was empty-handed, the woman's leg was broken. She was raped, and her face was disfigured. Her bloody face scared everyone.

She was in tatters and told me while crying and laughing that she didn't want to live anymore.

I gritted my teeth, held back my tears, and used the little money I had left after our house was ransacked to take her to the hospital for treatment.

But it still left her with hideous scars and psychological trauma that could never be healed, causing her to become mentally ill and insane.

She began to become irritable and impatient, and would take her anger out on me whenever things didn't go her way. Beating and scolding became commonplace.

I love her and hate her, but I couldn't just ignore her.

After my father passed away, she was my only relative in this world.

The smell of hospital disinfectant made me feel like I was about to die.

Until Zion George appeared, patted my shoulder, with a hint of sadness between his eyebrows, he asked.

"June, have you been taking your medicine properly recently?"

In the late stage of gastric cancer, there was no cure. Did it matter whether I took medicine or not?

I stared into space, lost in thought for a long time, "...How much time did I leave?"

"Doctor Zion, don't hide it. I have the right to know my condition."

He sighed and said hesitantly, "Only half a year."

"Got it," I smiled at him, "Doctor Zion, I have a favor to ask of you."

"I have signed a voluntary body donation form. After I die, your hospital can use me for experiments."

"In the end, just throw my ashes into the sea, free and happy."

My expression was calmer than ever before, and my smile was pale. "Don't hand me over to Dick Morris. I beg you."

On the way back, there were crowds of people and heavy traffic, and I suddenly remembered when I was eighteen years old.

When I broke up with Dick, I was so heartless that it almost cost him half his life.

"Let's break up. I've had enough of this. I don't want to continue."

"Love you? I was just joking to kill time, you didn't take it seriously, did you?"

"That's ridiculous! If I lied to you, I'd get hit by a car and die when I go out!"

The boy looked exhausted. He knelt on one knee, put his arms around my waist, looked up at me with tears in his eyes.

"Ju, please, don't leave me."

"Give me a little more time, and I can give you everything you want."

I gritted my teeth and yelled, pulling off my backpack and throwing it at him. "See this bag? It's a limited edition worldwide."

"People like you can't buy it even if you work hard all your life!"

I patted his face with a sneer, my hands covered with tears, and made the final judgment.

"The one who is truly worthy of me is Zion George, who is of the same social status as me, not you. Do you understand?"

The boy's usually straight back bent for the first time. He wiped his tears, straightened up, and spoke to me viciously.

"June Smith, don't regret it."

"Don't ever appear in front of me again!"

"Otherwise, I will kill you!"

People would eventually be troubled for their entire lives by things that they could not obtain when they were young, but God always made dramas, I still returned to meet Dick.

Being imprisoned in a fancy cage by him was a life worse than death.

When I came back, there was a pair of high heels that didn't belong to me at the entrance.

At the dinner table, Wen Ella was acting coquettishly, begging Dick to feed her soup personally.

Dick, who had always been a germaphobe, actually spoiled her and peeled a small bowl of shrimps himself, with doting in his eyes.

The girl's young and childish face could not hide her arrogance and pride.

I didn't react at all. I walked past them woodenly and went upstairs with a silent look on my face.

Not long after, Wen Ella knocked on the study door and put on a fake smile.

She smiled and came closer to me. Her face looked harmless, but her tone was extremely cruel. "They all said that I look a lot like you when you were young. I am your young version."

"But I don't care. I only care about when Brother Dick can fall in love with me wholeheartedly and forget about you, a cold-blooded old woman."

"After all, I am young, beautiful and have a plenty of time to wait his love, but you——"

Wen Ella paused, her eyes flashing with cunning and disgust that were not in line with her age.

"Your cheeks are sunken and your face is completely bloodless. You look like a female ghost!"

"Oh, and your old mother, who is mentally ill and bites everyone she sees, is much tougher than a soft persimmon like you."

"When I left, I specially arranged for someone to take good care of her..."

Before she finished her words, I raised my hand and slapped her hard, then spoke in a cold voice.

"Just try saying it again!"

Ella's right cheek swelled up instantly. When she came to her senses, she screamed loudly and started fighting with me.

"June Smith, Are you crazy? If you are so, get out and get treated—"

Dick suddenly grabbed my wrist and threw me to the ground, then he took Ella into his arms and comforted her.

I was shaking all over, my heart was filled with so much pain that I couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Dick, why did you bully me too?

My anger reached its peak. I rushed into the kitchen with red eyes, picked up the fruit knife on the table and stuffed it into his hand. The blade was sharp.

There, right in front of my heart.

"Don't you want to kill me? Come on, stab me here!"

"It's better than imprisoning me endlessly and torturing me to a point where my life is worse than death!"

Dick's eyes were frighteningly gloomy. He pushed me away and the fruit knife fell to the ground with a clang.

"If you want to die, go out and get hit by a car, don't dirty my hands."

The moment I was pushed away, my hair was disheveled and my whole body felt weak. I bumped into the bookshelf and cabinet, and my bones and tendons ached.

My stomach churned, my throat itched, a fishy-sweet taste surged up, and something suddenly gushed out.

It was a stream of blood, one after another, and it couldn't be stopped.

Ella was frightened and jumped three meters away automatically without me having to urge her.

After a long time, Dick's face lost all color and he was stunned, shocked and unbelievable.

Suddenly he was like he had lost his soul.

The next second, he rushed over and hugged me, mumbling with trembling lips, "Ju, what's wrong with you?"

"Do not scare me..."