When my mother arrived at the crime scene, she was stopped outside the police line. Her assistant handed her the camera and began reporting the situation. “A victim was trapped and tried to escape. However, they had likely fallen to their death. We still need to wait for the police to have more details.”
My mother nodded calmly after hearing her words.
As a seasoned journalist, she was used to rushing to the front lines. Thus, she never flinched, no matter how tragic the scene looked. This was also one of the reasons I admired her.
Sadly, she didn’t know that I was the victim this time.
I was desperate, hoping that she would quickly realize this.
However, she took out her phone and opened her chat with Angel instead. The second she did, her expression softened. She even smiled as she typed, ‘Sweetheart, I might come home late since I’m quite busy today.’
I could do nothing but hover in the air, feeling a pang in my heart as I watched her actions.
It had been a long time since I last saw my mother smile at me. Yet, she would always check in with Angel no matter how busy she was. Meanwhile, she would always curse at me no matter how many messages I sent her over the past five years.
When her assistant looked over and saw the screen, she said, “It’s been a while since I last saw Angel and Melissa.”
At that moment, my mother’s gentle expression changed drastically.
“You can see Angel, but why would you want to see Melissa, that murderer?!”
I felt the urge to cry when I saw the hateful scowl on my mother’s face.
I knew she still hated me.
My mother had given birth to a triplet. When we were eight, my second sister, Vanessa, was pushed down a flight of stairs and died from the fall. Back then, she held my sister’s body and screamed at me, “You monster! I’ll have you thrown in jail!” she cried.
Alas, I wasn’t sent away to juvenile detention even after she was armed to the teeth with the best lawyers available, as I was too young back then.
She hated me to the point she cut ties with me and took my older sister, Angel, away, abandoning me.
Thinking about it, I sobbed, though no tears came.
On the other hand, the assistant was baffled by her words. Then, she said, “She was young back then. Maybe she has changed…”
