When I heard that Marcus had broken my legs, my daughter, Chloe, didn’t call the police. Instead, she rushed to his house and stabbed him eighteen times.
As the police led her away, a reporter interviewed her:
“You graduated from a prestigious university, working for a big company, with a brilliant future ahead. Now you’re a murderer. Do you regret it?”
Chloe smiled at the camera, “Why should I regret it?”
“My mom is the most important person in my life. If I had to do it again, I’d still do the exact same thing.”
Chloe’s devotion touched the entire internet, and countless people voluntarily pleaded for her.
Even a top lawyer offered to defend her pro bono.
Considering Marcus’s long criminal record and the serious injuries he inflicted on me, coupled with the huge public outcry over Chloe’s filial piety, the court ultimately ruled it self-defense and acquitted her.
Everyone rejoiced at the verdict.
Only I disagreed.
I appealed multiple times, demanding a death sentence for Chloe, arguing for a life for a life.
But eight appeals, eight losses.
Everyone called me a heartless, ungrateful mother.
A reporter approached me:
“Your daughter has been filial since childhood, excellent in both character and academics. This impulsive act of murder was all for you. Why are you so determined to get the judge to sentence her to death?”
I looked at the reporter and said calmly:
“If you secretly follow my daughter for two days, you’ll understand why.”
On the first day of filming, the reporter staked out Chloe’s company entrance for a secret live stream.
Lying in my hospital bed, I quietly opened the live stream.
Under the watchful eyes of numerous netizens, Chloe left work, looking utterly exhausted.
But she didn’t go home.
Instead, she drove to meet her best friend, Jessica.
As soon as they met, Jessica got straight to the point:
“Chloe, are you sure you want to sell your car to pay for your mom’s leg treatment?”
“You know perfectly well that her leg bones are completely shattered. No matter how much money you pour into it, she won’t fully recover!”
Chloe replied without hesitation, “The doctor said there’s still a tiny chance of recovery. Even if it’s one in ten thousand, I don’t want to give up.”
“You know how much my mom used to love sports. She’d go hiking and running whenever she had time. To confine her to a wheelchair for the rest of her life—that would be too cruel for her.”
Jessica looked at Chloe with a pang in her heart:
“What about you?”
“Isn’t your current life cruel for you?”
“To treat your mom’s legs, you’re selling your car, working odd jobs, and even mortgaged the house you live in.”
“You’re thinking so much about her, have you considered yourself?”
Chloe’s eyes lowered slightly, but her voice was incredibly firm:
“She’s my mom. She’s the most important person in my life.”
Seeing Chloe’s sincere and earnest words, the live stream comments exploded:
“OMG, I didn’t know until I saw the live stream, this daughter has sacrificed so much for her mom?”
“Yeah, she’s truly quietly emptying herself for her mom!”
“She’s really the filial daughter who would kill for her mother, she’s making me cry!”
Jessica sympathetically gripped Chloe’s hand, saying deeply:
“Chloe, I can buy your car, but I genuinely feel it’s not worth it for you!”
“You’ve given your all for your mom, but what about her? She’s appealing again and again, wanting you to be sentenced to death!”
Chloe’s expression was grave, and she said, word for word:
“What she does is her business.”
“I’m her only daughter, I have to be good to her.”
Seeing this, the comments section boiled over even more:
“Damn, I’m crying, what kind of perfect daughter is this?!”
“Exactly, someone who’s this filial to her mother, how bad could she be? Why would a mother try to get her executed?!”
“I think Elara’s just being difficult on purpose. She doesn’t appreciate such a good daughter, she deserved to have her legs broken!”
After completing the transfer paperwork with Jessica, Chloe quickly took the money from the car sale and went home.
As soon as she arrived, she immediately started cooking.
After preparing the meal, she carefully portioned it into insulated containers, then rushed with the food to the hospital where I was staying.
When I saw Chloe arrive at the hospital downstairs, I turned off the live stream.
An invisible camera, installed beforehand in my room, recorded Chloe walking towards me with the food.
“Mom, today I made your favorite steamed fish and pork rib soup. Please, try some.”
She laid out the steaming hot dishes in front of me.
But I didn’t even glance at them, saying faintly:
“I don’t feel like eating.”
A flicker of disappointment crossed Chloe’s eyes, but she still patiently coaxed:
“Mom, the doctor said you need to replenish your nutrition. If you don’t eat, your body won’t be able to handle it.”
I looked at her, then suddenly spoke:
“I want a freshly baked pastry.”
Chloe paused.
Her gaze shifted to the window, a hint of difficulty appearing in her expression:
“Mom, it’s too late now, and it’s raining heavily outside. The pastry shops are probably all closed.”
I said coldly, “But I really want a freshly baked pastry.”
“I can’t eat anything else.”
Seeing my stubbornness, Chloe was silent for a few seconds.
Finally, she nodded, without a trace of resentment on her face: “Okay, I’ll go buy one now.”
With that, Chloe quickly turned and left.
I picked up my phone and watched as the drone recorded her wandering through the pouring rain, searching shop by shop for a pastry.
And the comments section was frantically scrolling:
“Damn, this old hag is doing it on purpose, right? Where would you find pastries late at night? And it’s raining so heavily outside, isn’t she intentionally tormenting her?”
“Exactly! She doesn’t eat the nutritious meals someone painstakingly cooked for her, but she specifically wants a pastry? Isn’t she completely out of her mind?!”
“So disgusting, she must be taking her anger out on her daughter because her appeals failed!”
“I’m so mad! Why doesn’t this kind of person just drop dead?!”
Two hours later.
Chloe returned to the hospital room, breathless.
She was soaked to the bone, but the pastry was clutched protectively in her arms, not a drop of water touching it, as if it were a treasure.
“Mom, I bought the pastry. It’s still warm, please eat it while it’s hot.”
She offered it with a placating smile, carefully pulling the pastry from her embrace and holding it out to me.
But my tone was cold:
“After all that trouble, I’ve lost my appetite.”
“I don’t want to eat anymore.”
Chloe’s outstretched hand froze in mid-air.
That placating smile instantly filled with sorrow.
Seeing this scene, the comments section completely exploded:
“Damn, I’m shaking with anger! Is this old hag out of her mind? She had all those nutritious meals prepared for her, but she insisted on pastries, and now that someone braved the rain to get them, she won’t eat them! Is this even a human being?!”
“She’s deliberately tormenting her daughter, it makes me want to rush through the screen and slap her twice!”
“So disgusting, if someone played games with me like this, I’d teach her a harsh lesson!”
“I’m really crying with anger. Her daughter is so good, why is she tormenting her like this?!”
Chloe opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately just quietly took the pastry back and gently placed it on the bedside table.
“I’ll leave it here for you, Mom. Call me if you want to eat it, and I’ll warm it up.”
After saying that, Chloe took a shower, then, as usual, quietly sat by my bed and watched over me all night.
The first day of the live stream ended.
The comments section was filled with curses directed at me.
The moment I woke up on the second day, Chloe immediately brought warm water for me to brush my teeth and wash my face.
Her movements were gentle, as if she were tending to her most precious treasure.
“Mom, I cooked porridge early this morning and even went to get you fresh-baked pastries.”
“I didn’t do well yesterday, and you went hungry. I’m sorry.”
With that, she ladled out a bowl of porridge, carefully scooped a spoonful, and gently blew on it to cool it.
Just as she brought the spoon to my mouth, I suddenly raised my hand and fiercely knocked over the bowl of porridge.
“I never said I wanted porridge this morning!”
The hot porridge splattered all over Chloe.
Her hands turned bright red from the scalding liquid, but she didn’t get angry or upset. Instead, she anxiously moved closer to check on me.
Seeing that I hadn’t been splattered with porridge, she immediately let out a sigh of relief: “Thank goodness it didn’t burn you.”
With that, she quickly grabbed a towel, but instead of wiping herself first, she meticulously cleaned the porridge stains from my bed rail.
Blisters rapidly rose on her scalded hand, yet she didn’t even flinch.
Seeing this scene, the comments section of the live stream boiled over again:
“Damn, this old hag woke up early just to be disgusting, didn’t she?!”
“Just looking at her makes me angry! How can she bully her own daughter like this? Why doesn’t she just die?!”
“Sigh, the more I watch, the more I pity this daughter. She’s burned like this and still cares about her mom first.”
After wiping the porridge from the bed rail, Chloe crouched down to clean the floor.
But as she squatted, her body went limp, and she fainted directly onto the floor.
A nurse rushed in at the sound.
After helping Chloe onto the bed and examining her, her expression was grave: “How did her fever get so severe? It’s 104 degrees Fahrenheit (40 degrees Celsius)!”
Seeing Chloe ill, the live stream audience became utterly furious:
“Damn, she must have gotten a high fever from being soaked in the rain last night!”
“And I saw during the live stream that Chloe herself didn’t eat anything. Besides working to earn money, she was just taking care of her mom. That much exhaustion, even a saint couldn’t handle it!”
“She has such a severe fever and still silently takes care of her mom. How could such a good daughter end up with a monstrous mother?!”
“I’m so mad, I really hope this old hag explodes on the spot!”
After the nurse took Chloe out of the room for treatment, the reporter called me:
“This is the two-day follow-up live stream you wanted? Do you know how much the internet has been cursing you these past two days?”
“I’ve followed your daughter for two days; she’s absolutely perfect, and her devotion to you is beyond reproach. Why are you treating her like this?!”
I said softly, “Are you sure you captured everything in these two days of live streaming?”
The reporter paused for a second: “Of course, I filmed 24/7, missing no details or corners.”
“No.”
My voice was soft, yet utterly certain:
“There’s one crucial place you definitely haven’t seen.”
The reporter’s voice immediately became curious: “What place?”
I paused for a moment, then said seriously, “Her study.”
Hearing me say that, the reporter immediately realized:
“Your daughter always closes the door when she goes into her study, and the windows and curtains are tightly drawn. I indeed haven’t filmed inside.”
“But it’s just a study. Even if she goes in, she’s probably just working or reading, what’s there to film?”
I said deeply, “You’re wrong.”
The reporter quickly asked, “Is there something fishy in the study?”
I said slowly and deliberately:
“Aren’t you curious why I’ve been treating her this way?”
“As long as you go into her study, you’ll know everything.”
“The house key is under the doormat outside the door.”
With that, I hung up the phone.
My call with the reporter was broadcast live, real-time, through the hospital room’s surveillance.
Suddenly, the comments section of the live stream erupted again:
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