The group pet daughter's vest can't be dropped

Chapter 292

Until one day, the mother changed her usual indifference and hatred, hugged him lovingly in her arms, brought the toys to him, and coaxed him with extremely soft tones.

But at that time, he didn't have any troubles, he could see through her disguise at a young age, she didn't love him.

But as if he was overjoyed, he took the toy, took her big soft hand, and followed her out.

But he never thought that what he was about to face was a nightmare that would never be healed in his life.

He was able to evade heavy surveillance and escape outside with her.

At that time, she touched his face, smiled, and took him to another place.

It was dark, dark, and cold.

He hid in a corner without saying a word.

The mother's cheeks slowly changed, from the gentle and loving before, to distorted, like a monster.

She went crazy, chopping around with a kitchen knife, her hair was messy, like a crazy woman.

He was still indifferent, without any expression, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him.

She was crying and laughing, and cut her own arm in the wild swing of the knife, and the blood dripped down, dripping on the floor, tick, tick.

Fresh and beautiful, dripping with thick ink and heavy colors, it smudges out the beauty of a picture scroll.

Lightly tapped next to his ear, like the water drop torture used to punish prisoners in ancient times, it became a nightmare for him to sleep in the future.

She didn't feel any pain, and sometimes she talked to herself in a daze, and sometimes she scolded him in a tone like a shrew, scolding him that he shouldn't have come to this world at all.

He lived without eating or drinking for a few days, huddled in a corner alone, not knowing day or night.

In that claustrophobic space, no light came in, and the musty smell in the room, like a rotting corpse, spread throughout the air.

she finally,
Finally he raised the knife and walked towards him.

The sharp blade was aimed at his face, but he didn't react.

Dead?

He was never afraid, he just wanted to follow his mother's wishes and let her kill him with her own hands.

"Why don't you speak? Why don't you say a word?"

"Say it! Say it!"

"I have nothing left, nothing left."

She was crying bitterly, her hands were trembling uncontrollably, the wound on her arm had festered and deteriorated, but she didn't care.

As soon as her eyes turned, her blurred eyes instantly became clear, and she held his hand and put the knife in his hand.

He kept muttering, "Kill me, kill me."

"Kill me, kill me!"

Under her brute strength, she took his hand and stabbed the knife straight into her own heart.

Eyes full of blood splashed on his face, red and coquettish.

His mother's death was engraved in his bone marrow.

When her father rushed in with people, her cold body was already lying on the ground, and her peaceful face was full of resignation.

He held a bloody knife in his hand, and his eyes were indifferent, not at all like a child of a dead mother.

They say he killed his own mother.

Is there a difference?

No.

He indirectly killed her.

If it weren't for his existence, mother would not have chosen to die in such an extreme way.

So, he killed his mother.

At least when she frantically stabbed herself with the knife, his hand didn't stop him.

From then on, he fell into silence without saying a word, and became the well-known waste heir of the Si family.

(End of this chapter)