I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

"To truly rebel against one's own mother according to the will of others."

"Mother, I have abandoned you."

As she was thinking this, she saw her mother get up and go back to her room.

When Toshio Kirishima saw this, he shook his head helplessly: "Your mother's health isn't very good these days. She goes to the hospital frequently. The doctor said she has anxiety disorder, so she has to take sleeping pills every day to sleep."

He explained to his daughter, only to see her say, "Oh, is that so? So that's why I haven't been to school lately."

"It's like we're talking about a complete stranger."

Toshio Kirishima frowned slightly, then sighed and said, "She is at least your mother."

"Yes, I know, she is my mother."

Chiho had a perfect smile on her face.

But this perfection is neither angelic nor demonic.

Instead, it's hollow porcelain.

Toshio Kirishima finally stopped saying anything; he realized that what his mother had said was right.

Human will cannot change reality; all one can do is watch.

If you want to guide someone, you have to put in a thousand times more effort.

"I'm middle-aged now, and I no longer have the strength or energy to do these things, so I'll just let everything take its course."

With that thought in mind, Kirishima Toshio said to Chiho, "Then let's go prepare the things we'll need for summer vacation."

After finishing her meal, Chiho began preparing things.

Yoshiko Kirishima was also lying in bed, with sleeping pills next to her.

"This is my last chance, my last chance!"

Kirishima Yoshiko gripped the edge of the bed tightly with her fingers, her expression filled with resentment and despair.

Reaching for the sharp object on the edge of the table, she saw its reflection inside.

"I never want to go back to the past, that's too terrible. I want to stay radiant forever."

She swallowed the pills and used the method she had found to cut her wrists.

As blood dripped onto the clean floor, Yoshiko Kirishima slowly closed her eyes.

Time ticked by.

With a clatter, the knife fell to the ground, its sound so loud it even drowned out the ticking of time.

Upon hearing this commotion, Toshio Kirishima immediately sensed something was amiss.

When I opened the door, I was shocked by what I saw inside.

"Kaiko!"

He shouted and hurriedly grabbed his phone to make a call, asking his private doctor to come immediately.

She also called an ambulance and her driver.

If the ambulance arrives too late, he will have to prepare to take Yoshiko to the hospital himself.

At this moment, he felt no resentment or dissatisfaction towards Yoshiko whatsoever; instead, the beautiful memories of the past echoed in his mind.

And the bright future I promised Yoshiko.

At this moment, he was like a young man in his twenties, with only one thought in his mind: to save Yoshiko.

The private doctor arrived quickly; she was already staying there because of her employment.

Chiho, of course, heard her father shout.

Her heart sank slightly as she realized what was happening.

"Perhaps, something has happened to my mother again."

The girl hesitated at this moment; she was somewhat reluctant to go.

"But we must always confront our inner fears."

With that thought in mind, she went to her mother's room.

Toshio Kirishima looked at his daughter, clearly wanting to say something, but uttering nothing.

Perhaps he understood why Yoshiko was doing this.

Chiho stepped forward and saw the busy doctor and the blood on the ground.

His pupils were dilating uncontrollably, and his teeth were chattering.

Her fists were clenched so tightly she looked like she was about to faint.

She couldn't help but take a step forward.

But tears kept flowing, making her sob uncontrollably and almost stumble and fall.

"Mother, my mother."

She was so heartbroken that she began to sob.

Toshio Kirishima asked Chiho in a low voice, "Have you packed your things for summer vacation? Have you decided to go to Grandma's house?"

He asked, unable to bear it.

He knew that once he asked that question, everything Chiho had done would be in vain.

But all he could do was look at Yoshiko on the bed.

But he couldn't help asking that question.

Chapter 169 Manipulate me, control me, possess me, seize me

"Am I going to my grandma's house?"

Chiho glanced at her father, but Toshio Kirishima didn't look at Chiho; instead, he looked at Yoshiko.

"Didn't my mother do this just to force me to submit?"

Should I give in?

"If you give in, you have to stay with your mother throughout the summer vacation."

"If I give in, then I'll have to go through every argument all over again."

"If it were me in the past, I probably would have complied."

"But, but I'm not the same person I used to be."

"Manipulate me, control me, dominate me"

"The one who makes me cry and yet brings me joy is not you, Mother."

The girl smiled and said, "Yes, I'm going to my grandma's house. I haven't seen her in a long time, and I miss her very much."

Toshio Kirishima was somewhat surprised, yet also somewhat at ease.

“It seems you’ve really found a good friend,” he said. “He’s really taught you a lot.”

"Mm." Chiho smiled like an angel, feeling happy and proud that Kirishima Toshio was praising Natsugiri Kai.

They even felt honored to be a part of it.

“But she is, after all, your mother,” Toshio Kirishima said. “She is the mother who gave birth to you and raised you.”

“Yes.” Chiho didn’t refute it, but simply said, “Grandma is also your mother who gave birth to you and raised you.”

This statement left Toshio Kirishima stunned.

He seemed to be reminiscing about the past, and then looked at Chiho.

But then he looked at Yoshiko and asked, "Is there really no way to change this?"

"Don't you already know the answer?" Chiho tilted her head and said, "Now, what are you asking?"

"You're just using those words to comfort yourself, Father."

"Are you trying to prove with these words that you've tried your best, so that in the end, no matter what happens, you won't feel any guilt?"

Kirishima Toshio looked at Yoshiko, his spirits somewhat low: "If only we could go back to the way things were before."

He spoke with a touch of melancholy and nostalgia.

"Don't worry, Father, Mother will be fine."

Chiho's words only added to Toshio Kirishima's confusion: "How did you know that?"

"Because cutting your wrists horizontally is useless. Those homeless girls who have nowhere to go also know this trick. They can precisely control the cuts, which means they are saved every time."

"Because the purpose of wrist-cutting is to cause a large loss of blood, which leads to death."

"But how could such severe bleeding occur in such a short time without being soaked in hot water?"

The girl watched the doctor who was constantly busy.

"Besides, you'd need a huge dose of sleeping pills to die, and how could someone who's taken a huge dose possibly sleep so soundly?"

"Taking large amounts of sleeping pills will only cause dizziness, blurred consciousness, and constant vomiting. Moreover, because sleeping pills contain emetics, the stomach will feel like it's on fire, with stomach acid constantly gushing out and damaging the throat."

"I will keep vomiting, keep vomiting."

"It's only been a few minutes since dinner time, maybe less than ten minutes."

"There were no signs of severe bleeding on the ground, nor even any traces of vomiting. There was even a nearly full bottle of sleeping pills. I'm afraid my mother never took them. Her so-called anxiety was just an act."

"She won't die."

"How could she possibly be dead?"

"Because she just wants to use this to threaten me. How can she be satisfied unless she sees me admit defeat?"

"She will absolutely not accept this."

Chiho was confident, saying, "Don't worry, she should be saved by the time the doctors finish their work."

She just stared at the doctor like that.

"really?"

Toshio Kirishima asked again.

Chiho said, "That's right, that's how it is."

"Because I've thought about this kind of thing before."

"I've prepared these things before."

"But in the end, I didn't use any of it."

"Mother, you are indeed much braver than me."

Thinking about this, she felt a surge of respect for her mother.

"But that's all there is to it."

The girl thought to herself.

"Sir, Madam's condition has stabilized," the doctor said. "The wound on her hand is not deep and has not severed any blood vessels. The current bloodstains are simply due to the cut in her skin and are not life-threatening."

After he finished rambling on, he finally said, "We'll take Madam to the hospital to rest later. But we should try our best to calm her down and not let her get agitated."

The doctor left after the conversation.

Toshio Kirishima glanced at Yoshiko, who was still unconscious, and then at Chiho beside her.

He could only go in by himself and take Yoshiko's hand.

They looked extremely pitiful.

"But all I felt was pity. I had no other emotions whatsoever."

Why did I hesitate in the past?

Chiho looked at Yoshiko lying on the bed and felt an urge to laugh.

Why am I laughing? I was just so sad a moment ago.

"Ah, it's because that's my grief over my mother's death."