Although he never loved me, he could tell what I was thinking about at a glance after dating me for a year.

The next second, he kicked away our rings.

I staggered over to pick it up but confronted a grinning dog.

A low growl came from its throat. I stepped back to show I didn't want to harm it, but it walked closer to me step by step.

"Toby, stop! That's my sister!" Hazel said.

It was her dog.

But sadly, it didn't listen to her order.

Or maybe it did exactly what its owner wanted him to do.

It mauled my hand as I was picking up the ring, tearing it madly.

Hazel burst into tears out of fear, "Mom and Dad, what should I do? Toby doesn't listen to me!"

"Clark, Oscar, please help her, but don't hurt Toby as well. If it hadn't found someone to save me, I would have died long ago..." she added.

No one cared about what I was going to suffer in the first place.

With her words, everyone just watched it abusing me.

When it bit a piece of flesh off my leg, the sharp pain even made me unable to scream.

"Don't waste your time caring about her, Hazel. Toby is revenging for you! Besides, even a dog knows she's guilty, so why should we help her?"

Clark crossed his arms and watched me coldly as I struggled to resist the dog's crazy attack.

I shouted, "Oscar, please, help me!

"I didn't kill Hazel! I didn't kill her!

"Mom, Dad, I really didn't push Hazel! She jumped off the deck herself..."

I don't want to be killed by a dog.

It hurt so much.

But no one was moved by my plea.

When I was exerting all my strength to keep that mad dog from biting me, my father, Winston Sullivan, rushed over and drove it away.

I lay on the ground and thanked him with a forced smile.

"Thank you, Dad..."

However, he kicked me hard.

I suddenly spat out some blood, but no one cared.

"You bastard! How dare you treat your sister's savior like that? Do you think your sister will slander you? You almost killed her before, and now you intend to kill her dog. How dare you call her name while refusing to apologize? Why did I give birth to a beast like you?"

Hazel immediately ran over and pulled Winston, who continued to kick me, with tears.

"Dad, I'm back now. We're all family. Don't blame her. We can guide her to the right path slowly in the future!" she said.

"No! I'll definitely make her aware of what is right today!" he shouted, "Hazel, you're too kind. I won't kill her, so just relax!"

Hazel said to me, "Leah, just let Dad vent his anger, okay? Don't let his rage harm his health!"

"Hazel, you have been too good to her for so many years that she is totally spoiled! Now, she could even kill her own sister!" Alice also kicked my belly hard with her pointy high-heeled shoes.

The blood stuck in my throat and made me feel uneasy.

I wanted to explain, but I didn't know where to start.

They just unleashed their rage on me, treating me as a punching bag.

"Are you finally going to regret what you have done?" Alice said.

"Leah, apologize to Hazel and promise you'll never hurt her again!" Winston said.

"Leah, say something! Once you admit you're wrong, dad won't hit you anymore," Hazel said.

I could only vaguely see them moving but was no longer able to answer them.

I didn't know why they all blamed me.

Maybe my birth was wrong in their eyes.

Once a priest warned me that I would die miserably; indeed, it was miserable enough for me to be beaten to death by the most beloved people in my entire life.

I couldn't help but weep.

Maybe they were tired of abusing me and didn't want to be held responsible for my death.

They surrounded the crying Hazel and left.

They were going to celebrate her resurrection, which had nothing to do with me.

After waking up from a coma, I moved my fingers and felt something sticky on the ground.

My stomach was about to kill me with the pain, and there seemed to be a hammer thumping my head. I couldn't help but vomit blood.

With the brain tumor and advanced gastric cancer, I believed I was about to leave this world soon.

Enduring the pain, I called the funeral organizer, "Hello, can you come to this address and help collect the body now?"

However, that man hesitantly said, "Ms. Sullivan, your one-stop funeral service order has been canceled by your mother."

I tried hard to pull myself together and asked him, "What are you talking about?"

"Well... Your parents said you stole their money, so they forcefully canceled your order," he said.

My mind went blank.

That was the last money Maggie left me. How could they accuse me of stealing something that belonged to me in the first place?

I shouted, "I didn't steal the money! I'm going to die soon. You can't let them cancel my order like that!"

"Ms. Sullivan, I don't think your parents will slander you..."

The words of the funeral staff and my parents echoed in my ears like a symphony.

I could even recite this sentence.

But why did I want to rest in peace was wrong?

Having a good end was my hope in my next life.

The priest also said that even if I died miserably, I would at least live an easier life next time as long as someone buried me properly.

I didn't dare to hope for love; I just hoped that I wouldn't suffer in the next life.

Was it that difficult?

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, I was at a loss for a moment.

The commitment to resting in peace made me limp to Maggie's grave.

Since there was no coffin or proper funeral for me, I would rather die beside the person that truly loved me.

When my life began to count down, I paid someone to dig a hole for me.

Now, all I had to do was lie down there and bury myself in the soil. Then, my wretched life would be over.

The pit was just enough for me.

I scooped up the soil and buried myself bit by bit.

I thought, "Maggie, I'll come to you."

When the dirt covered my face, I smiled and closed my eyes.

Now, I could finally rest in peace, right?

After a long time, there seemed to be noises.

I moved my eyelids and found that I was not dead yet.

I also heard the sound clearly. It was Hazel crying.

"Toby... My Toby..." she said.

Alice also wept, "My daughter has such a hard life. She finally came home but lost her closest friend. Don't worry, baby, O will buy you another puppy..."

Hazel refused with sobs, "Mom, even if it's the same dog, it's not my Toby anymore! It's all my fault! It died for me!"

Winston comforted her softly, "My dear, this is not your fault! You should blame that goddamn Leah! If she hadn't injured Toby, how could it have died?"

"That's right! It's all that bitch's fault! I'll bring her here to apologize to Toby! Oscar, come with me!" Clark said.

Then, something heavy fell on me.

"Dad, Mom, there is a small hole here. Can I bury it here? With Grandma's blessing, it will definitely have a better next life!" she said.

So, they put the dead dog on me.

The horrific memory of being bitten by mixed with the sharp pain from my wounds made me tremble uncontrollably.

Before Clark and Oscar left, they noticed what was going on in the earth pit.

"Who's there? Get out!" they shouted.

I couldn't suppress the pain any longer and coughed.

After hearing my voice, Clark and Oscar pulled me out, who was covered in blood.

After a moment of shock, their faces were filled with disgust and hatred.

"Leah, do you think we will forgive you if you behave like this?"

"You really are a pisser. This is the grave Hazel picked for Toby. Why are you lying in it?"

Clark roughly pulled me out of the pit.

I knelt on the ground before Oscar did something to make me kneel.

"Hazel just came back, and you killed her dog. You are really born to be cruel and ruthless. Can't you even be easier on a dog?"

I raised my head stubbornly and pointed at the dirt pit. "I paid someone to dig this grave for myself. What does it have to do with you?"

Alice threw a rock at my forehead. I felt warm blood dripping down my cheek.

"Because I'm your mother! Your life belongs to me, not to mention a grave! What's more, it's our family grave, and I don't want you to rest in peace here!" she shouted.

I pointed woodenly at the dog in the hole and said sarcastically, "What about it? You will bury a dog in the family grave?"

Winston immediately interrupted me with a slap. "Bullshit! That's your sister's savior, and you can't be compared to it at all!"

I spat out the three teeth that were knocked out of my mouth and sneered.

I couldn't be as good as Hazel when I was alive and wouldn't be even matter than a mad dog after death.

I couldn't hold back my anger any longer and yelled at them, "If you hate me so much, why did you give birth to me?"

Clark furiously shouted at me, "How dare you ask? If it weren't for you, would Mom have been so weak these years?"

Hearing this, Alice hugged the crying Hazel and glanced at me coldly, "If killing people wasn't against the law, you would have died long ago."

Oscar was silent for a long time before pointing at Toby with a question.

"You ordered a funeral service just to kill Hazel again? Or do you want to curse her?"

I turned to look at Oscar and asked him bitterly, "You think so too?"

He saw my diagnosis once.

He knew I was dying.

He also knew that I ordered the funeral service just to allow myself to die in dignity and not be miserable and helpless in the afterlife.

When I placed the order for that service, I had no idea Hazel was still alive!

But even though he knew the truth, he still reprimanded me, "Leah, you almost fooled me if Hazel didn't make it!"

"The fake blood must have cost a lot of money, right?" he said.

I laughed bitterly and started to cry.

No one even believed I was going to die!

They couldn't see my tears but only heard my laughter.

Winston couldn't contain his anger any longer and kicked me on the back.

"What are you laughing at?!"

I fell in front of the dog's corpse and vomited blood.

Hazel exclaimed, "Toby!"

She didn't mind wiping the blood off the dog's body with her own hands.

"What did my Toby do wrong? Why can't it rest in peace even after death?"

Hazel wept bitterly on its body, and my blood stained her hands and face.

It was as if she had suffered the harm.

But I was the only one who discerned this was not Toby at all.

Before I was about to express my suspicion, Winston said arbitrarily, "Leah! If you don't kowtow a hundred times to Toby today, I will personally send you to jail! I should have sent you there before you hurt your own sister."

Winston's words inspired me.

After a brief consideration, I actually found it was a good idea.

If I went to jail and died of illness, someone would collect my body.

It was better than dying without being buried.

I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and nodded seriously to my father, "Okay, send me to jail!"

I happily turned on my phone and called 911.

However, Hazel didn't care about her favorite dog and pounced at me, grabbing my phone and smashing it on the ground.

She cursed me with disappointment and anger on her face,

"Leah, just come to me if I inadvertently offend you, but why did you insist on killing Toby? Now, you're threatening our parents. Do you know how distressful they will be if you're really imprisoned? They have taught us to correct our mistakes in time. Why did you forget all of their words?"

"Is this how you pay them back for painstakingly raising you up?" she said.