Less than a month later, Raina came to the school to find me again.

With Nick.

I didn't know why. Raina said I should go home.

It had been almost four months since I left home last time. If she asked me to go home now, it must be something bad.

When I got home, I found out that Marshall had been injured in the leg because of a housing dispute.

I heard that someone from another family who bought the house came to confront Marshall.

Marshall had a bad temper. He had a physical conflict with others in just a few words and even picked up a bottle of wine to smash it on someone's head.

As a result, the person on the other side was skilled in martial arts and easily knocked Marshall down.

Before leaving, the person even threatened that if Marshall dared to call the police, they would continue to beat him until he didn't dare to call the police.

Marshall was the kind of person who bullied at home and endured outside. He could only vent his anger on Raina.

Raina used to be patient. But Marshall cursed people all day long, and she couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to give up.

Nick would definitely not help Marshall or help him.

Then there was only me, his daughter who was currently in her third year of high school.

"Your dad got beaten up and is lying in bed with no one to take care of him. You have to take on this responsibility."

In my previous life, Marshall almost got into a fight with the person across the street because of a housing dispute. I desperately tried to stop it, and in the end, the beer bottle in the other person's hand hit me.

At that time, I was wearing my school uniform. When they saw that I was a student from a prestigious school, they immediately backed down and left in the end.

It seemed that without my involvement this time, Marshall's fate had taken a turn for the better.

Fate also broke Marshall's leg.

I pushed open the door and Marshall was lying in bed. Although his leg was already suspended, there was still an impatient look on his face that seemed to say, "Hurry up and come and serve me."

I obediently said in front of Marshall, "Mom, I'm willing to take good care of Dad."

Only then did Marshall show a hint of a smile.

Raina looked a little guilty and patted my shoulder, "I know you've been working hard, but now your dad is paralyzed in bed. Your little brother is too young. I'm under a lot of pressure, you need to understand me. Both Dad and Mom love you."

Still young?

Nick was already 14 years old, he should take responsibility for his crimes.

In my previous life, Nick turned off my alarm clock and made me miss the college entrance examination. It was the first time I got so angry that I smashed things, and I smashed the cheapest plastic stool.

What were my loving parents doing at that time?

Raina scolded me as a 'selfish bitch', who only knew how to take.

Marshall kicked open the bathroom door and dragged me out, "You throw thing again? I'll beat you to death, believe it or not?"

"He is your little brother. It was you who didn't set the alarm properly!"

Thinking back to all this, I just wanted to tear this family apart and see what they were really made of.

But it was okay, the issue of the house was not resolved yet. I hadn't taken the college entrance examination, there were plenty of opportunities to get back at them.

Marshall's leg gradually recovered, and he often asked me to help him go for a walk early in the morning, saying it would be beneficial for his recovery.

On that day, I made an excuse that the teacher asked me to stay at school to study, forcing Nick to accompany Marshall for a walk.

Before Nick went out, I deliberately took out his mobile phone and said, "Take your phone and contact me if there is anything."

Nick had always been impatient. After taking his phone, he didn't want to pay attention to Marshall at all.

I had only been at school for half an hour when Nick called me.

Nick on the phone was very flustered and said, "Sis! Dad was hit by a car!"

I thought Marshall should have fallen on the way home after stepping on a damaged step.

I didn't expect that he would have a car accident.

God help me!

I pretended to comfort Nick and said, "Don't panic, I'll come right away!"

But I deliberately lingered at school for an hour, and when I found Nick, he was still at the scene!

Nick stood on the side of the road playing with his phone, shouting, "Silly, you can't even kill me. You damn it!"

I went up and asked him, "Where's dad?"

Only then did he wake up as if from a dream, "Why did you come so late? Dad..."

"It seemed that Dad was taken to the hospital."

When Nick and I arrived at the hospital, Raina was crying heartbreakingly at the door of the ward.

"You little brat, where did you go? How did your dad have a car accident!"

I quickly shed a few tears and pointed the finger at Nick.

"Mom, I told my brother today that the teacher kept me at school for individual tutoring, so it was my brother who accompanied dad for a walk."

"I thought Dad was hurt like this, my brother will take good care of him..."

"Nick, can you explain what happened?"

Nick's face turned red with anxiety, and he could only repeat, "I didn't mean to..."

Raina cried while hitting Nick's back with her hand, "Your father is paralyzed! The surgery cost will be a large sum!"

"Why am I so unlucky to have a bunch of troublemakers like you!"

Raina cried for a long time, and Marshall slowly woke up.

I quickly approached and asked, "Dad, are you in pain?"

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have let my brother take care of you. I should have thought of him..."

Nick instinctively pushed the blame onto me.

"It's your fault! You said you wanted to go to school and write some stupid questions. I told you I didn't want to take care of..."

He realized something and abruptly stopped speaking.

Marshall looked at Nick, his eyes filled with hatred.