Chapter 2 Back to mom's house

Seeing this scene, my heart suddenly trembled, was about to ask what was wrong, when my father walked up to me, then hit me with a slap, I was beaten until I hit the wall behind me, before I could When he was about to come to his senses, he heard him angrily scolding: "Jesse Ron, we raised you for three years and you repay us like this?"

There was a taste of blood in my mouth, and my eyes were also a little panicked.

I tried to stand up straight, looked at my dad and asked, "What..."

"Do you still have the face to ask something? Do you think we don't know what you're doing? You plan to do your sister, give her sleeping pills and attend the wedding instead! If it wasn't for us to find out early and take Minh Minh to the hospital to wash his intestines, he would still be alive now, I don't know!"

Dad finished talking, raised his hand again and slapped me hard again.

This slap was stronger than the previous one, I immediately felt a bit panicky, my whole body fell to the ground.

Although my eyes are flowery, my head is very alert!

A few days ago, Dad said Alva Ron had a crush on Conal Nord at their company, but didn't dare to disobey David Smith, so he asked me to marry him instead.

The other day, I personally brought my sister to the airport, watching them go into the check-in area.

Now, why have I become Alva Ron's successor?

There was chaos in my head.

There are a few things that gradually appear in front of my eyes but I don't want to believe them.

My dad still couldn't seem to get over his anger, he grabbed a wooden chair beside him, and then he hit me on the head!

I was so scared that I ran away, but still got hit in the back!

Pain!

I was in excruciating pain, but I still did not complain nor cry, this is the habit that I left behind when I was in the orphanage.

Because at that time, even if I was sick or sad, there was no one next to me, who am I crying for? Who to listen to?

As time goes on, no matter how painful it is, I won't say it easily.

Dad saw that I didn't complain, so he couldn't help but hit me hard again, and I firmly bit my lip.

Finally, she couldn't see anymore, grabbed the chair, "Okay, hit him again and he'll kill him!"

"It's worth killing to die!" Dad threw the chair away, angry.

I heard the sound of a chair falling to the ground, only then did I dare to stand, looking up to see Alva Ron in David Smith's lap, but his eyes looked back at me, saying: "David, I see my parents have After that, can this matter be ignored, after all, he grew up in an orphanage from a young age, inevitably learning bad things."

Although her tone is sympathetic, but I can see it very clearly, her expression when looking at me is not sympathy but clear thinking!

This proves more than my speculation!

I leaned against the wall, didn't say anything, because my spine hurt so bad, I was afraid that if my dad hit me again, my spine would break.

David Smith looked at me once, in those jet-black eyes a little complicated emotion appeared, after a while he opened his mouth and said, "Let's figure it out later."

Afterwards, her parents and Alva Ron and David Smith were all sitting in the living room.

Dad looked at me, then cursed: "Hurry up and go upstairs, if you stay here, I'll beat you to death!"

I looked at Alva Ron sitting next to David Smith, arms wrapped intimately around the man, their ten fingers interlaced.

This is the husband and wife...

I tried to hold back the pain, stooped, these dozens of stairs in front of me were the heavens stairs, each step was the pain of being hit back, making me sweat cold.

But compared to the physical pain, my heart hurts more!

Although I don't know why things have turned out like this, I do know that I am secretly plotted.

Behind her, the coaxing of Alva Ron, the loving words of David Smith, the loving words of her parents.

I understood that it was their world, and I was just a dancing clown, never really integrated into it before.

I immediately knelt down and bowed to the people of the hospital

I reached the door of my room with difficulty, opened it, and hid in the bed in which I had slept for three years.

Daydreaming and falling asleep...

I dreamed, dreamed that twelve years ago, I first met David Smith, then I was ten years old, going to a construction site near the orphanage to play.

It was winter, and there was no one in the construction site.

There, I met David Smith who was full of wounds, his breathing was weak, at that time I called him for a long time but he did not answer, I thought he was dead, when I was going to find a teacher. In the orphanage, I heard a very weak voice behind me, saying, "Help me."

At that time, I was as thin as a stick, used a turtle truck carrying cement at the construction site with difficulty to push him out of the construction site, and then took him to the nearest hospital.

Because I didn't have money, the hospital people refused to save him, so I knelt down and bowed down to the hospital people.

In the end, it was still a young doctor who went to call the deputy director to agree to take him into the operating room.

I stood outside the door waiting.

Then he woke up, said my name, said that he remembered me well, said he would come find me later.

But dreams are still dreams in the end, not reality.

But the reality is, after that, David Smith woke up, but I was not allowed into the hospital room, could only watch him from afar, not long after, a group of men in black suits came, pushed his bed. He went to the hospital for transfer.

The bed pushed over me, he saw me, a beautiful smile on the corner of his mouth, smiled at me, his hand gently grasping the hem of my shirt.

That was our last meeting.

But that smile is deeply engraved in my heart, even though twelve years have passed, the memory is still as fresh as the day.

When I woke up, tears were already wet the pillow.

Outside the window was soon covered with a black curtain.

I was both hungry and thirsty, now my body was no longer in pain, so I decided to go home to eat and drink a glass of water.

From the outside, I thought they were probably already asleep.

As a result, I had just reached the door of the stairs when I heard Alva Ron's voice coming from the living room, "How long will he stay here, wasn't that room previously said to let you move out? "

When I was curious as to why she didn't come home with David Smith, I immediately heard my mother say, "Don't rush, tomorrow I'll think of a way to get her to sign the contract and roll over, because that's 4% of the shares, so I Try to be patient."

4% shares?

If you're talking about me, I don't know any of these things.

But very quickly, Alva Ron answered, "Mom and dad are really, just because 4% of the shares Grandma said they went to pick it up, 4% is worth it, it can't be exchanged for money! You even have to call her little sister and act like a good sister!"

"Do you think I don't feel disgusted by looking at it, I want to die, every time I eat rice it's like I haven't eaten in my whole life, there is not even a grain of rice left in the bowl! Every time there is a guest in the house, my mother hates it to the point of humiliation!"

"That's right, the clothes I don't wear for her anymore, it's like picking up the treasure, there's really no face to say she's my sister. Seeing him get beaten up like that today, I'm really happy!"

"Okay, when he wakes up early tomorrow morning, I will tell him to sign the contract! There's a wedding incident at your grandmother's place, so she definitely won't pursue it anymore!"

I stood upstairs, hearing the words of Alva Ron and her mother, shaking hands on the railing of the stairs.

After eating all the rice, the director of the orphanage said, then the person who cooks the rice will feel happy.

The clothes that Alva Ron gave me, I don't like most of them, but I'm afraid she'll be disappointed, and I don't have other clothes to wear, so I appreciate it every time.

Because I don't want to be hated by the Ron family, except for the tuition fees that are sponsored by the benefactors at the orphanage, and the living expenses are earned by myself.

Turns out that the kind of affection I carefully protected little by little was such a thing.

Turns out it was because of the 4% stake!

The well-planned surrogate marriage was nothing more than an excuse to kick me out of the Ron family!

I'm just stupidly dreaming of friendship.

Turns out intimacy can be this poor!

I bit my lip, trying to control my emotions, limping downstairs, "Is that so?"