I found it all ironic. After all, Alice’s injuries were minor. Yet, my mother, who was a hospital director, and my husband, who was a chief physician, insisted she be hospitalized for a week. Meanwhile, my babies and I could only die.
“Mom, Vanessa didn’t mean to drag me to the mall,” Alice said as she lay on Liam’s back. Her voice was filled with guilt as she said, “She probably just wanted to drink the chicken soup, so she brought me along to buy some. My injuries aren’t that serious, so you and Liam should check on her.” Then, she put on a forced smile.
I couldn’t help but laugh as I turned my attention to her. I couldn’t believe she was still trying to make my mother turn against me when I was already dead.
I knew that my mother had specifically prepared the chicken soup for her. Thus, I only asked if there was still any soup left. However, Alice began to tear up and said, “You can have it, Vanessa. Please don’t be mad at Mom. I won’t drink it.”
Just as I was confused by her words, my mother stormed out of the kitchen and scolded me harshly. Faced with this sudden outcome, I was hurt and went straight back to my room. A while later, Alice came to my room and insisted I accompany her to the mall.
When I refused her request, she said it was my mother’s idea. Thus, I could only relent and go with her.
Then, we encountered a car accident.
However, my mother would never know the truth, nor would she believe my tale.
Sure enough, as soon as she helped Alice down from Liam’s back and into the car, she began her speech. “There’s no need to check on her. You’re too kind-hearted, Alice. That’s why Vanessa kept bullying you ever since you were little. Did you see her visit you when you’ve been in the hospital for so many days?
“I won’t go, Liam won’t go, and no one else should either! She needs to learn her place, and this is a good lesson to start with.” As she spoke, she even shot a glance at my father, who was in the driver’s seat.
I knew it. Even if I were alive and arguing with her to defend myself, she would only slap me and accuse me of being a cruel person.
I had already gotten used to it over the years.
Alice snuggled happily into my mother’s embrace and said, “It’s okay, Mom. You’re the person I love the most. I will do anything for you.”
My mother looked at her softly and gently stroked Alice’s head.
