Chapter 5

*Bang!* The door opened again.

"My daughter!"

This time, it was Lily's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Miller. Seeing their daughter lying on the bed, being abused, the couple, both over fifty, immediately lost their minds.

"You old hag, let go of her!" Mrs. Miller shoved Brenda away.

Mr. Miller was furious. "You've harmed our daughter like this, we're going to sue you!"

Carly quickly placed the baby on the next bed, rolled up her sleeves, and shouted back at Mr. Miller:

"Your daughter was mistress to my child's father! What nerve do you have to sue? She deserves to be paralyzed! You couldn't raise your child right in her first half of life, now you can change her diapers for fifty years in her second half! Just make sure you don't die before her!"

Those lines were toxic.

But I heard them and wanted to jump up and applaud.

Mr. Miller slapped Carly across the face, knocking her to the ground.

"How dare you lay a hand on her? My old lady will fight you to the death!"

Brenda retaliated, not to be outdone.

But surprisingly, she didn't hit Mr. Miller. Instead, she spun around and grabbed Lily's neck.

"I'll strangle your daughter!"

Lily:

"..."

Her eyes rolled back, and her tongue lolled out.

Mrs. Miller rushed to pull Brenda off, but Brenda wouldn't let go.

Both women pulled with all their might.

They dragged the quadriplegic Lily from the hospital bed onto the floor.

Mr. Miller threw another punch, and Carly quickly got up to join the fray.

The four of them erupted into a chaotic brawl in the hospital room.

The baby, startled, began to cry.

Lily, twisted on the floor like a crumpled painting, also wailed loudly.

The four fought, cursed, and yelped in pain.

What a spectacle.

I felt like I owed them a movie ticket; these five actors were truly delivering a performance.

My ex-mother-in-law, Brenda, was the worst. I don't know if it was intentional.

But during the pushing and shoving, she kept stepping on Lily's hands, arms, and ribs.

Quadriplegic Lily couldn't feel the pain, but the damage was minor, and the humiliation was immense.

That pretty face, which had once seduced men away from their homes, was now tear-streaked and as pitiful as a squashed tomato.

I truly believe she genuinely regretted being Mark's mistress.