Chapter 5

I quickly supported her. Still wanting to play this trick, I looked down at her with a smile.

My hands weren't idle at all.

I had prepared two needles in advance, which were now pressed against her waist.

"Melody, what's wrong with you?"

"Hey, you dirty tramp, why are you bullying Melody?"

"She's fainted, quick, call 911."

Taking advantage of the moment when her friends took over, I suddenly jabbed.

She screamed and jumped up, instantly full of life and vigor.

Completely gone was the weak and delicate feeling from before.

"Is everyone having a good time?" Accompanied by the voice, my parents walked in.

The opposing camp immediately started tattling on me in front of my face.

The one who called me a beggar pointed at me and said, "Uncle, Auntie, she bullied Melody and scolded us."

Meanwhile, Melody stood to the side, her eyes brimming with tears.

Slap!

My father took a quick step forward and slapped me.

"Serves her right," someone muttered.

"Who taught you to bully your sister?" The accusatory words followed.

My mom came to her senses, pushed my dad away, and rushed over to hug me.

"What are you doing? Hitting the child without even finding out what happened?"

I let go of my mom's hand and stared at him with blazing eyes.

"What right do you have to hit me? Since you dare to hit me, I'll hit her."

Another slap, and a clear handprint appeared on Melody's face.

Seeing that she was about to pretend to faint again.

I leaned close to her and whispered, "If you dare to fall down, I'll stab you to death."

Let's see if you wake up or not then.

Melody stared at me with wide eyes, even forgetting to cry.

My dad wanted to hit me again, but my mom held him back.

In my previous life, I was framed and even accused of stealing.

There was no evidence. No one spoke up for me, and my dad badmouthed me to my mom.

Even my mom let it happen, thinking I should be properly disciplined, allowing my dad to whip me.

This time, has my mom changed?