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Just because I ate one chicken leg more than my brother, my father kicked me out of the house in the middle of a snowstorm. Later on, my father of an archeologist dug up my body. Due to my missing head, he did not recognize me. Even when he saw that the body had the same scars as I did, he did not care. Later on, my mother dug out my heart and showed it to her students. "Today, we will study the heart of someone with congenital heart disease." She once said she would recognize me no matter what I looked like. Mom, now that the only thing left of me is my heart, do you still recognize me?
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Mom, Look at My Heart Chapter 9 Sentenced to Death
Under police questioning, Ian hung his head in silence, tacitly admitting to everything. Wendy broke down and shouted, "Why? Why did you do that to my daughter, you beast?""Denise, I'm so sorry! I was so horrible to you, yet you still wanted to protect me..."Wendy began to slap herself in the face. The loud slaps echoed through the station. Even so, I felt nothing.That was because she had already shattered my heart.To reduce his sentence, Ian reported Wendy for ethical violation as she stole the heart from my body. It was pretty hilarious to watch them betray each other.Ever since I became a ghost and had to endure all the abuse, this was the happiest day of my life.Fred and Ian were detained for further processing while John and Isla went home. Wendy would have to be investigated by the hospital. Still, she dazedly refused to return home and insisted on going with John to demand retribution.As John was feeling guilty, he let Wendy follow along. When Wendy opened the door
Mom, Look at My Heart Chapter 8 Ian's Crime
True. I was still conscious after Fred tied me to the rock and beat me up. When I realized the ground around me was shaking and sliding, I struggled hard. Still, I could not undo the ropes. All I could do was suffer as the mud slowly filled my nose and mouth.Back then, I had instinctively called out for my parents.However, one of them was dreaming with his beloved wife in his arms while the other was putting her dear daughter to bed. No one cared about me.All I could do was wait for death in that cramped space."What about it? I told you, she's just cursed. Anyway, Fred is just 16. You can't give him a heavy sentence. He didn't mean to do it. Just have him pay his respects at Denise's grave next year."Isla's lack of care was clear. In her eyes, my life was worth nothing. Fred was still a minor, so no matter how solid the evidence was, he would not be sentenced heavily.The police officers who heard her began grinding their teeth in anger."The law protecting minors is meant
Mom, Look at My Heart Chapter 7 My Murderer
I followed my parents back to Mount Fang. John tried to immediately run off, but the police stopped him.The police officers were determined to search Mount Fang once more. As part of the archeology team, John had to go along to prevent the police from destroying the ancient tomb out of carelessness.For once, Wendy proactively wanted to go along. Once they arrived at the tomb, everyone began searching the area. John was distracted during the search.I found his stumbling figure laughable as it was all an act.During this search, the police discovered Fred's student ID. Wendy swiftly ran over to slap John. "Your son killed my daughter! You're a deranged fool! No wonder you've been stalling!"As they argued, one of the officers found my phone. Unfortunately, it was broken and needed repairs.The officers brought my parents back to the station to wait for Isla and Fred, who were summoned to the station as well.Out of fear, Fred hid in Isla's embrace. Isla was calm as she said, "O
Mom, Look at My Heart Chapter 6 Going to the University
Naturally, the police did not allow her to cremate my body. They were determined to continue their investigation at my university. John instantly asked to go along. Wendy did as well.Along the way, the police told them about the many cuts on my wrists. They believed I had cut myself."Denise might have suffered from a mental illness. What kind of parents are you? Didn't the court grant custody to you, her mother? Don't you care at all about her?"Wendy remained silent. She wanted to be free of John, which, of course, meant she did not want me as I looked a lot like him.When they arrived at the university, the police called for the counselor. However, the person welcoming them was Sarah Lane, the dean. The original counselor had been fired.On the night I died, Richard, the rich kid who slandered me, died in a car crash during a joyride with his girlfriend. He had lost control of the car and crashed into a street lamp. The messages found on his phone proved that I had been slande
Mom, Look at My Heart Chapter 5 The DNA Test
John's face was covered in disbelief. "Denise was actually my daughter?"Wendy scoffed and angrily said, "I already told you that I never cheated on you."With the DNA test report in hand, John fell to his knees in agony. "I have ignored and neglected my real daughter all these years! I'm a terrible person!"Wendy got up to leave. When the police officer stopped her, she coldly said, "You know that it's Denise now. Her dad is here, so just contact him for whatever you need.""But you're her mother!"All of a sudden, all sense of rationality fled her, and she roared, "Who cares if I'm her mom? I still have a sick daughter to take care of..."She slumped to the ground like a deflated balloon. Under her breath, she mumbled, "That heart was Denise's."Then, she began to sob. Standing behind her, I watched her cry. Despite how warm her tears were, my soul was still cold.John and Wendy cried for a very long time before the police officer could get them to look at my body. Someone ha
Mom, Look at My Heart Chapter 4 It's Your Fault!
I watched as the smile on Wendy's face slowly disappeared. She stared blankly at the computer screen for a very long time. After a few glances down at her phone to confirm that it was not a scammer, she grabbed her keys and left the laboratory.Once she got into the car, she called her home's landline. It was answered by a young girl. "Mom, when are you coming back? I miss you."Wendy immediately grinned and gently replied, "I miss you too, Yuna. I can't go home yet as I'm busy. Be a good girl. Eat your dinner and go to sleep later."After hanging up, she drove off with an emotionless look. I could not tell what she actually felt.Was she sad or happy?I believed she was likely happy.When she arrived at the police station, she saw that John was there as well. Sitting side by side, both of them had unpleasant looks.John was the first to speak. "Since you're here, why did they call for me? Even if Denise died, how is that any of my business? She's not my daughter!"Wendy furiou
Mom, Look at My Heart Chapter 3 My Heart
I felt a tugging sensation. Suddenly, my soul was brought to the morgue of a hospital. My body was being autopsied.The coroner in charge was Ian Jensen, my mother's current husband. After slicing my chest open, he frowned and made a call.A few minutes later, Wendy came walking in. Despite being in her forties, she looked as beautiful as before. What a shame that I never inherited her beauty."Look at the corpse. The girl had a congenital heart disease, specifically a rare primary aortic dilatation," Ian said.Wendy reached out and confirmed his discovery for herself. Then, she picked up the scalpel with gloved hands and cut out my heart. Ian hurriedly stopped her. "That's illegal!"Wendy did not care at all. "I just so happen to need this heart as a teaching tool for my class. I also want to research a targeted cure for congenital heart disease. Her family will surely be honored if they know about this. Leave me be. I know what I'm doing."Wendy carefully stored my heart away a
Mom, Look at My Heart Chapter 2 The Gold Bracelet
Despite what John said, I did visit him three days ago with a bunch of expensive gifts. I wanted to stay for a few days with my father. However, he kicked me out because I ate one extra chicken leg.The snowstorm was raging that evening. As I stood there in the field of white with a thin jacket wrapped around me, I trembled and shivered. I could only seek shelter in the cave I used to hide in as a child.My favorite food was cauliflower. While it was cheap, John rarely bought them all because Fred did not like cauliflowers. Hence, I could never have them.When John found out that Wendy was still in contact with her first love, he instantly went and found himself a mistress. They had a baby son the next year, and he even moved them in with us.Wendy was so furious that she demanded a divorce. However, neither of them wanted me. In the end, it was my grandmother who took me in. Still, that only lasted until she passed away the year before. From then on, there was no one I could rely
Mom, Look at My Heart Chapter 1 The Headless Corpse
John Chance, my archeologist father, suddenly received a call. Due to a nearby avalanche caused by the recent snowstorm, an ancient tomb was revealed.John led his team straight to the uncovered tomb to start the excavation. During the dig, they found three ancient corpses and the headless corpse of a recently deceased woman.The team immediately called the police. With the officers' assistance, John was able to dig up the woman's corpse. However, because it was headless, there was no way for them to immediately identify the corpse. Thus, it was sent to the morgue. The officers told John to contact them as soon as his team found the head.Zack Moran, one of the team members, noticed the scar on the body's hand and hurriedly said, "Denise has the exact same scar on her hand. Hopefully, it's not her. Do you want to call her to confirm it?"John was focused on excavating the ancient corpses they found and carefully moving them to a box to preserve them. He distractedly replied, "That
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