Chapter 2

The doctor, hearing my mom's words, looked at me earnestly, "Young lady, please persuade your parents. This is not a joke."

"Every year, over 6 million people in our country suffer from cerebral hemorrhages due to hypertension. Most don't survive, and only a few are lucky enough to get a second chance."

"You must take this seriously; taking medication can control it."

"Don't wait until complications arise, or it will be too late to regret."

I snapped back to reality and said cheerfully, "Doctor, don't worry, my mom's a health expert. She can definitely lower my dad's blood pressure."

My mom gave me a rare approving look, then rolled her eyes at the doctor and called him a "quack" before strutting out with my dad.

They didn't hear the doctor's last words.

"Young lady, your mom's blood pressure is high too. You must convince them both to take antihypertensive medication!"

Back home, my mom bought a bunch of celery and prepared various dishes for my dad.

After a month of this, my dad complained of dizziness, "Nora, my head's spinning. It feels like the world is turning."

My mom, engrossed in her TV show, responded without looking up, "You've been eating too many vegetables, must be malnutrition. I'll make some pork trotters to supplement you later."

I chimed in, "Dad, my high school classmate Li Jinjin's dad didn't take medication for his hypertension and suffered a brain hemorrhage. He didn't survive."

"My classmate said her dad felt dizzy and the world spinning before it happened, just like you. Could it be your hypertension?"

"Dad, why don't I take you to the hospital for a check-up?"

My dad, timid and hearing about someone dying from hypertension, was terrified.

He grabbed my hand and insisted, "Dear, take me to check it out."

As we reached the door, my mom threw her slipper, hitting my dad's head.

We turned to see my mom, one hand on her hip and the other pointing at us, yelling:

"Ethan, if you dare go to the hospital today, I'll never let it go."

"I told you it's malnutrition, and you're listening to Lydia, doubting me?"

"Unbelievable!"

"Lydia, get out, you ungrateful brat."

My dad, seeing my mom angry, wilted and apologized, "Wife, don't be mad. It's Lydia's fault. I believe you, I believe you, calm down."

Yes, I'm Lydia Greene, the unwanted child with no status in this family.