Mark didn’t expect my luggage to be already packed, so he rushed over to stop me.
At this moment, the sound of the door unlocking came from outside.
The next moment, Sophie walked in holding her daughter Tammy. I did,not expect her fingerprint to be keyed into our home door’s lock.
However, I clearly told Mark that I didn’t want to see Sophie in this home.
She defamed me, she took everything from me, and I hate her.
Obviously, Mark didn’t take my words to heart.
When Sophie saw me, her expression changed. She displayed a pitiful look, “Lily…”
Tammy immediately hid behind her, as if I were a savage beast. Tammy cried and said, “Aunt Lily, don’t hit my mother!”
I looked coldly at this little girl – who was only ten years old —
innocent.
that looked extremely
However, it was she who, during Christmas Eve, accused me of beating Sophie at my parents‘.
That night was a reunion that I had been looking forward to for several years.
It was also the first time ever since the incident that my parents were willing to let me be home for the holidays.
I tried hard to make my parents love me again, but Sophie pushed me down from the staircase. My leg was injured and no one batted an eye.
Everyone rushed to Sophie’s side instead.
