Chapter 7

A few months went by, and I was already walking, talking clearly, and even recognizing letters. The whole family thought I was a prodigy.

But I refused to call Xena “Mom.” Instead, when no one else was around, I would mutter under my breath, “Bitch,” “Trash,” “Shameless.”

One time, Xena got so enraged that she tried to throw me down the stairs, but the nannies managed to stop her just in time.

Felix thought she had lost her mind.

Meanwhile, I had become really close with the nannies and got along great with them.

After bringing in a few psychologists to evaluate her, Grandma, worried Xena might hurt me, decided to keep her confined upstairs.

Xena’s mental state kept deteriorating.

I could often hear her screaming and cursing.

Finally, on my first birthday, they let her leave the house.

Felix gave her all kinds of warnings, and she had no choice but to nod and agree.

But I could see the hatred in her eyes.

She was definitely planning her revenge.