I'm Ornn, and I'm about to be beaten to my knees by the Man-eating Horse Girl!

After her daughter entered the elementary school, although she tried her best to hide the treatment she received, how could a mother not know what her child would say when she was trying to be strong?

I know that my daughter must have been bullied at school.

But I couldn't do anything about it. Tresson is a boarding school, and even if parents wanted to get their children in, they would have to wait until the weekend.

When I visited my daughter over the weekend, she had bruises on her right arm and left leg.

"Mom, don't worry, even if they bully me, I fight back!"

Cough, cough!

"Look! The teachers at Wild Brocade Ranch even taught us self-defense!! None of the four of them could beat me! Even adding those human girls wouldn't have made a difference!!"

My daughter said this to me with a smile, and then comforted me, telling me not to worry.

'Teachers...aside from Mr. Ueyama who would protect me, the other teachers would probably just pretend they didn't see anything,'

"Haha! It's okay, I'm strong enough on my own! And I have lots of friends! Even if the teachers don't help me, they wouldn't dare stand in my way!"

My daughter was still smiling as she spoke to me, flexing her muscles with both hands, as if to say she was very capable and that I shouldn't worry about her.

How could I not worry? How could I not be sad?

How could I not be angry?!

I want to take my daughter home, back home. Even if we stop running, I don't want her to stay here and be bullied any longer.

But my daughter let go of my hand, saying she had found a way to realize her self-worth.

She wanted to run on the field, to spread passion and hope in her own way.

Even if this path is fraught with thorns, even if it's full of setbacks, she still wants to give it a try.

This was both her wish and the sincere teachings that the ranch's teachers had given her.

Around this time, several of my daughter's friends came to comfort me. They promised that they would protect her at school, just as she had protected them before.

But looking into her brown eyes, which were almost identical to mine, I hesitated for the second time.

As parents, perhaps believing in her and supporting her is what we should do.

I eventually agreed, and I reminded her that if she encountered any problems she couldn't handle, she should definitely talk to me.

Although her father and I are just ordinary people, ordinary people should have ordinary integrity.

If someone bullies you, fight back. Whatever happens after you fight back, her father and I will take responsibility.

After watching my daughter and her friends return to their dormitory, I also went to see their head of student affairs. Even if complaining to them wouldn't do any good, I needed to make my position clear to them.

In the time that followed, her daughter seemed to have made a name for herself in the local area of ​​Tresson. While most of the students initially spoke ill of her, this resistance gradually lessened with time and interaction, and she even gained many fans at school who were willing to support her.

Those who had bullied her no longer dared to make things difficult for her in public; apart from cursing her behind her back, they could do nothing else.

In her second year of school, she decided to do something.

She wanted to join forces with her classmates to submit a petition to the school and newspapers, hoping that these organizations would stand up and vouch for Yejin Ranch.

Perhaps out of youthful fearlessness, my daughter didn't tell me about this; instead, she secretly started collecting petitions.

She also knew that if I found out what she wanted to do, I would absolutely not agree to it.

So she bypassed the students' parents and, together with the students who supported her, collected 674 petitions and submitted them to the school and the local newspaper.

The petition, of course, did not succeed. The school and the newspaper argued that the students who signed it were all minors, and therefore their petition had no legal effect.

If a petition is to be approved, both parents must sign it.

My daughter told us about this and said that she had already received letters signed by dozens of parents. She just needs to wait a little longer to be able to certify her alma mater.

Three days later, during a routine local competition, she suffered a severe stampede, fracturing her left leg and being forced to suspend her studies.

I don't know what happened during those three days, but when I arrived at the hospital to see her, she seemed somewhat listless.

The doctor diagnosed that the patient may have suffered a major trauma, leading to some cognitive and psychological issues.

He should recover after a period of rest.

My daughter's behavior was normal at the time; apart from looking a little sad, she was the same as before.

According to her daughter, she said she was probably really scared and that she would be fine after resting.

But no one expected that just one day later, she would be rushed to the emergency room due to acute shock.

The doctor told me that my daughter had a tumor in her lung, diagnosed as lung cancer, and needed immediate surgery.

(Sigh)

The surgery was successful, and my daughter regained consciousness.

But next, she will need to undergo corresponding treatment to inhibit the spread of cancer cells, namely... chemotherapy.

The doctor diagnosed that the daughter had likely been experiencing respiratory problems for at least a year, and according to blood test results, it appeared to be a weakened immune system caused by long-term malnutrition.

If I undergo one round of chemotherapy now, it might still be under control.

Sigh... She didn't say anything, she never said anything. She's very strong, she's always kept quiet.

Perhaps it started as just a common cold, which could have been quickly treated and recovered from. No one could have imagined it would turn out this way.

I could only arrange for my daughter to be hospitalized. Fortunately, my husband's business has made some money in recent years, so we don't have to worry about medical expenses for the time being.

When her daughter was first hospitalized, many people came to visit her, mostly her friends and fans, and even some parents.

From them, I also learned about my daughter's remarkable achievements at school. While listening to them talk about these things, she would keep giggling on her hospital bed.

The daughter would also bring out petitions, hoping they would sign them in support of her; most of the people who came to visit did sign them.

She said the ranch teachers would definitely come to visit her, but... in the end, none of them ever came to see her.

After the first round of chemotherapy, the daughter's symptoms did not improve, so the doctor could only approve the second round of chemotherapy. A month later, the daughter's condition improved slightly, and then came the third round of chemotherapy.

During this time, fewer and fewer people came to visit their daughter; many visited once and never returned.

In the end, no one came to visit her anymore; it was as if she had been forgotten by the world.

The number of petition slots in her daughter's hands never increased, and the smiles on her face became fewer and fewer.

In the hospital, she would look in one direction every day, as if waiting for someone to appear.

After the third round of chemotherapy, the daughter's cancer improved, but it was not cured.

The fourth round of chemotherapy... the doctor didn't say it explicitly, but...

Perhaps even if she continues, her body won't recover, and she might even...

Due to the side effects of chemotherapy, she had lost all her hair by this time.

Although I didn't tell her what the doctor said, I think she probably guessed something herself.

She reached out and gently took my hand, saying, "Mom, I want to go home."

After we returned home, her father and I stayed by her side during her final days.

Perhaps it was the company of her family that eased her gloomy mood. Doctors had initially thought she only had a few months to live, but she persevered for two years.

After she left, my husband and I also moved from our original residence to a place near downtown Tokyo.

The woman looked up, her face expressionless, at Orn sitting opposite her on the sofa: "If it weren't for Mr. Wada's business dealings with my husband's, frankly, I wouldn't have come here today to discuss my daughter's matter."

"After hearing all this, do you think I would have any positive feelings towards Wild Brocade Ranch?"

Orn couldn't answer, and there was no way for him to answer.

Faced with the questioning of a mother who had lost her daughter, he could only remain silent.

For a long time, Ornn had no sense of reality about the world he lived in.

This world is too wonderful; there is no war, no fierce international conflict, and no horrific past. These counterintuitive historical events have made Orn overlook the reality of this world.

Before today, he once believed that with his own strength and the hammer at his waist, there was nothing in this world he couldn't solve.

But now, gazing upon his weathered mother and into her lifeless eyes, he finally came to his senses.

The world remains the same, unchanged.

Chapter 212 Miracle

Looking at the silent Ornn, the woman simply shook her head without a word.

She took a crumpled notebook from her fanny pack and carefully placed it on the tea table.

"This is what she left behind, or rather, what she considered her most precious possession,"

"I often wonder what caused all of this to happen,"

"Is it because of me? Or because of those private ranches?"

"Are they the rumors? Or is it my second hesitation?"

Is it an illness? Or bullying from classmates?

"Or perhaps... just bad luck?"

The woman's fingers gently traced its cover, and only when she gazed at the notebook did her eyes regain a hint of their lively brilliance.

"I thought about it for a long time, but I still couldn't come up with an answer,"

"So I don't want to think about it anymore, and I don't want to think about it any further."

“My husband and I took all her belongings, moved to a house near our company, and bought a new place to live.”

"Many times... I feel like she's still beside me, in the bedroom, in bed, at the dining table..."

“I know it’s an illusion, but I can’t help thinking about it, thinking that maybe she’s still alive.”

A few tears streamed down the woman's cheeks, and she said in a choked voice, "I miss her so much, so very much, I can't sleep."

"When I miss her, I hold her things in my arms. It feels like I'm still holding her, holding her as a child."

The woman gripped the notebook tightly in her well-defined knuckles, with such force that it seemed she wanted to tear it to shreds.

She struggled to control her emotions, wiped away her tears, and looked at Orn with red eyes.

She suddenly said, "Mr. Orn, if I only wanted to understand the accident back then, I wouldn't have said so much."

"But Mr. Wada told me that the director now seems to want to give up running the ranch, and the ranch is even on the verge of bankruptcy,"

"How could he close the ranch... How could he just give up like that?!"

The woman clenched her fists, which sounded like an angry roar.

"This petition...it contains not only the signatures of her classmates and friends, but also her own essays,"

Even though she could only lie in a hospital bed, she still wanted to prove the innocence of her respected teacher and dean.

"Even until she left, she continued to speak up for Wild Brocade Ranch online, and even collected letters from herself encouraging the ranch."

"She's done so much, she's given everything!! And now you're telling me the director wants to give up?!"

"Fuck your mother!!"

The woman suddenly stood up, breathing heavily, her whole body trembling.

It seemed that her outburst had released her anger, and she sat back down in her seat.

She handed the notebook to Orn and said softly, "I... I didn't want to give this to you, but she wrote in it that it should be given to that damned headmaster."

“Take it. If the dean is still stubborn after reading this notebook... then I’ll just say my daughter and I were blind.”

The woman stood up and bowed slightly to Wada, saying, "Mr. Wada, I'm not feeling well today, so I'll head back now."

"Alright, Asuka, go and help Madam to her car."

Wada nodded in acknowledgment, and Asuka Izumi immediately stood up and helped the woman down the stairs.

"It's a heavy topic, isn't it? That's why I didn't tell you over the phone. Some things you'll only truly understand after witnessing them firsthand."

He lit his cigarette again, took a deep drag, and then said, "She's a very strong and kind horse girl. From what we know, she and her husband have always been involved in investing in horse girl charities, and they still do so even now that they're successful."

"Her life was very unfortunate, and she didn't want other families to suffer the same pain she had endured,"

"So after hearing about the general situation of Yejin Ranch, she agreed to meet with us almost immediately."

Aoun watched the woman get into the car downstairs, and after a long silence, he asked, "Brother Wada, what do you think is the reason for this tragedy?"

Wada stared at the burning cigarette in his hand, gave a wry smile, and replied, "It's hard to say, but... the root cause is probably the malicious competition among capital."

"If it weren't for Morita Itsuki's brother setting up the so-called industry rules, Nogishi Ranch wouldn't have been subjected to this level of slander, she wouldn't have been targeted at school, causing delays in even getting cold medicine, and ultimately, she wouldn't have developed cancer,"