Chapter 5

I stared at Mom on the screen, unable to process it for a long time.

She saw the bloodstains on me and merely frowned in distress.

She didn't, as in my memories, clutch her head and feel dizzy the moment she saw my skin tear and bleed.

Sure enough, she was acting too, deceiving me.

Were all those years of her boundless affection and care for me, from childhood to adulthood, also fake?

I couldn't help but recall Mom's kindness.

Her strictness and patience when tutoring me, the warm milk that appeared on my desk every night;

Her open arms when I looked enviously at my sister in Dad's embrace;

Among the table full of dishes my sister loved, that one constant, my favorite, scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

I used to think that even if Dad left with my sister, Mom would never abandon me.

But she not only left but also helped them keep me in the dark until now.

"She's also a Butterfly Disease patient, don't make it so hard on her!"

Mom shed tears of sorrow, looking at me with a hint of guilt:

"If we didn't have the billionaire's wealth, our daughter might end up just like her. Why are you being so cruel?"

Then why, knowing this would happen, did you leave me?

Tears fell again, mixing with blood and dripping onto my clothes, making them look even more horrifying.

Mom quickly tried to comfort me:

"I apologize on behalf of my husband. Please don't be sad, okay?

Don't be afraid, if you want to continue streaming your art, that's fine. The platform will definitely not ban you.

And, we'll cover the medical expenses for this flare-up as compensation. Would that be acceptable?"

The gentler her comforting words were, the more disgusted I felt.

The hatred bursting forth from my eyes reignited my dad's and the live chat's anger, which had just begun to calm.