I interrupted my grandma's next words, "There’s no need to refuse, I'll marry. The sooner the better."

When my parents got into trouble, I was taken away by their comrades. My grandma's hair turned white overnight and she managed to handle the funeral of her parents.

If it weren't for the family of my fiancé who had a childhood engagement with me, who had been taking care of her, I was afraid my grandma would have died long ago. But even so, my grandma still respected my choice.

She said many times, "I hope my precious granddaughter can marry someone she likes in the future."

But grandma, I didn't have anyone I could like anymore.

When I went to go through the discharge procedures, the doctor advised me very disapprovingly, "Your current physical condition is not very good. You inhaled a lot of toxic fumes from the laboratory. We currently have no good way to treat you. The best way is to stay in the hospital."

"If I feel unwell, I will come back immediately." I replied.

The doctor saw my firm attitude and finally allowed me to go through the discharge procedures.

I took a taxi back to Johansson house.

As soon as I walked into the living room, I saw a familiar report lying on the ground.

On the sofa in the living room, Suzanne sat leisurely, holding a pair of scissors in her hand, cutting the reply to my thesis one by one. That was the precious result I waited for three years to receive. When she saw me, she raised the paper in her hand provocatively at me, with a frivolous smile.

"They were afraid that I would be bored, so they asked me to cut it for fun, so I cut it. It's just a few pieces of torn paper, you shouldn't mind!"

My brain was overwhelmed and I went up to grab it without thinking. She sat down on the sofa and as we struggled, there were traces of blood on her fingertips because of the snatch.

A loud shout suddenly came from behind me, "What are you doing?"

Before I could react, a strong force came from behind me. My palm was originally holding the tip of the scissors and under the action of this strong force, the tip of the scissors instantly pierced through my palm.

I groaned and the strong smell of blood lingered in my nose.

The two brothers had a clear division of labor. They took the medicine box, one disinfected it and the other bandaged the wound.

Looking at me with disgust, "Apologize to Suzanne."

"It's just a few pieces of paper. If it weren't for you, Suzanne wouldn't feel uncomfortable because of inhaling the smoke in the laboratory. You still treat her like this..."

I picked up the report and shook my head, "I did nothing wrong, I won't apologize. She wanted to follow the laboratory, don't blame me. Besides, this is not paper, this is something very important to me, I don't know what's wrong with protecting my things."

I endured the pain in my palm and was about to bypass them and return to my room, but I was pushed down on the sofa.

Fredrick had a sinister expression, "Put away your nobleness, it's really disgusting. Kneel down if you don't apologize, otherwise I can't guarantee how long my good temper can last, I won't be angry and destroy your dead parents' relics for you!"

He was very threatening, slowly took out a mobile phone and opened the screen. It was a photo of my parents.

"Kneel down or not?"

I knelt down.

My face was patted by Fredrick and pushed to Suzanne's direction, "That's good."

Freddie had a strange expression, patted Fredrick's shoulder and smiled with a ruffian, "If you know you are wrong, then go and make soup for Suzanne. If my brother’s hand happened to slip..."

Another threat. But I no longer had the strength to resist. My hands hurt, my whole body hurt, especially my lungs, because the intense breathing caused by the excitement just now made me unbearable.

I persuaded myself to bear it a little longer and make the soup. I would take the phone and leave immediately.

I didn't pull out the scissors immediately, but found a kitchen rope to help my arm and try to reduce the blood flow.

The kitchen aunt was shocked when she saw my hand, "Miss Maria, your hand."

I didn't say much and asked her to help me prepare the ingredients. It took about half an hour to boil the soup. When I took it out, the people in the living room were chatting enthusiastically and their laughter disappeared only when they saw me.

"The soup is ready, I want the phone."

I didn't hand the soup directly to Suzanne, I didn't want her to fall down because she couldn't catch it.

Freddie's expression changed and he was ready to give me the phone, but Suzanne fell into his arms with a whimper at this time.

The phone was pushed by her and rolled far away. I could see its screen shattered instantly.

Suzanne was still pretending to be pitiful, "I'm so sorry, I just wanted to get the soup, but I didn't expect my legs to be a little soft."

She looked like she was about to cry at any time and the two brothers panicked immediately.

He kept circling around her, "Okay, okay, it's just an old phone, just fix it if it breaks. Suzanne, don't feel guilty."

I tightened my grip holding the phone and blood began to flow from my palm again. Seeing this, Suzanne screamed, causing the two brothers to look at me. Freddie's expression froze and he quickly stepped forward to block Suzanne's eyes.

Fredrick looked at me with disgust, "If you want to die, go far away. If you want to die so much, don't do it in front of us. You can't afford to scare Suzanne."

I hid my bleeding hand behind my back and the corners of my lips hooked sarcastically, "Don't worry, I won't appear in front of you soon."

I took the phone and took a taxi to a nearby hospital for treatment. The wound was a bit big and I was allergic to anesthesia, so the doctor sewed it directly with stitches throughout the process.

At the end of the stitching, I was numb.

But at this time, the phone vibrated and I clicked it and saw a message from Suzanne,

[There will always be fewer and fewer people who get in the way.]

The background image was the school laboratory, with the back of the teacher leaving in a hurry.

[Maria, I forgot to tell you that your experimental team has been disbanded. After Fredrick knew that I was kicked out, he directly spent money to find me an experimental team. [Your teachers, seniors and seniors were all kicked out!]

When I thought they had reached their limit, they always came up with new tricks for me.

I took the anti-inflammatory drugs back to the Johansson Family, but I got the news from the housekeeper that the twins and Suzanne had not returned yet.

I took a taxi to the laboratory again.

My fingerprints on the access control had been deleted and I hurriedly called the two brothers. Freddie did not answer and finally Fredrick answered the phone.

"Why do you do that?"

Fredrick's voice was a little lazy, "Are you talking about the laboratory? Of course it's because I don't like it. Why can you get in, but Suzanne has to be kicked out?"

"That's because she cheated!" I almost screamed.

Fredrick sneered, "Then I don't care, I just know that you made Suzanne sad..."

He didn’t make sense at all and he was terrible at defending his shortcomings.

The call was hung up, I called back and was informed that I had been blocked.

I was so angry that I was shaking all over and my lungs started to hurt again due to my breathing. The scene in front of me turned dark and I almost fell down, but a pair of hands helped me in time.

"Pretty Lady, you will come as expected." The person who supported me was Sheryl, a senior in the same laboratory as me.

She patted my shoulder and sighed, "Don't worry, the teacher's old team is still there, he has absorbed us all. The teacher is worried about you the most. He told me that if you want to go there, you can do it at any time. We are a big family and we can't live without anyone."

The long-term unfair treatment caused my forced composure to completely collapse. Tears fell in large drops and I couldn't wipe them away no matter how hard I wiped them away.

Sheryl didn’t say anything and held me in her arms, "It's okay, I know everything, I know everything. Don't want a man who has changed his mind. There will be better ones in the future. Wait for the senior sister to stabilize, take you to a nightclub and hire five or six male models..."

Sheryl's confident look made me laugh.

"Good."

Then I watched Sheryl get into the car.

A stone in my heart finally fell.

I took out my mobile phone and calculated the royalties I received from publishing my previous experimental papers and most of them were remitted to the teacher. I used it as a fund reserve for future experiments.

Suzanne sent me several photos with mentors from well-known experimental teams. Among them were scientists I had always wanted to work with. There were also one or two who have agreed to be my technical advisors.

[Those who love me think long-term projects for me. Maria, you said that with these outstanding scientific researchers as mentors, how long will it take for me to catch up with you?]

As soon as she finished sending the message, the technical consultants on the back who had promised to do a good job sent a message to cancel the cooperation. My heart no longer had any fluctuations. Then I blacklisted her.

Suzanne and I were roommates in college. But the relationship had always been bad, but the bad relationship really started when during an experiment, I found that she plagiarized my experimental data.

But she forgot that the experimental projects of her group and ours were different, which also led to her plagiarism being exposed and being cast aside by many people. But she thought it was me who told the secret and kept targeting me.

When I was about to graduate in my senior year, she didn’t know when she found out about my relationship with the two Johansson brothers, so she created a beauty rescue hero and successfully infiltrated the Johansson Family.

One was a lifesaver and the other was just a foster woman who was like a parasite. From that moment on, the mind began to deviate passively. Moved little by little.

***

As I returned to the Johansson Family. Only Freddie came back. He seemed to have come back to pick up something. Just as he was about to leave in a hurry, he saw me walking out pushing my suitcase.

There was sarcasm in his eyes, "What? You figured it out and finally don't want to continue sucking the blood of our Johansson Family. And now you want to leave?"

There were too many emotional ups and downs.

Facing his words at this moment, I was able to accept it calmly, "Yeah, I don't want to continue sucking blood."

I took out two bank cards. Freddie knew those cards. The Johansson Family used to pay them pocket money on that card. He and his brother both had one. I had one too.