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But in the next moment, my brother was suddenly sent flying.
I opened my eyes to find my assistant accompanied by two burly men.
"Boss, are you okay?" she asked, concern etched on her face.
I shook my head. "I'm fine."
"Quick, take me to the hospital."
After being taken to the hospital, it took several hours of treatment before I finally felt better.
I immediately called the police and hired a lawyer to hold my brother accountable.
The lawyer I hired was the most famous one named Wang, known for his high success rate.
He informed me that my brother would at least serve ten years in prison, which satisfied me.
On the day of the trial, I attended. My brother was there too.
Mom and Dad were present as well.
I presented the evidence one by one and even played the video in court.
In the end, the judge sentenced my brother to twenty-five years in prison.
My parents went into a frenzy right there in the courtroom.
Dad collapsed from a stroke and fainted immediately.
I called for an ambulance and had them taken to the hospital.
In the end, I paid for their care and arranged for them to be placed in a nursing home.
After all, they only had my brother as their son; I couldn't just abandon them completely.
After this incident, my life settled into a calm routine.
But a year later, my sister-in-law unexpectedly knelt before me with a baby who had just turned one month old.
"What are you doing?" I frowned deeply.
"Zixuan, please, I'm begging you, take me in," she pleaded while bowing her head repeatedly with the child in her arms.
I was taken aback. "Why should I take you in?"
"I can't afford to raise this child," she cried loudly.
"Yugang is in prison, and as a woman alone, I have no means to support this child."
"You have money; please help me."
"I am your sister-in-law, you know."
I couldn't help but laugh. "You're my sister-in-law; what does that have to do with me?"
"Get out of here quickly, or I'll call the police."
With that, I turned to leave.
But she actually stood up and grabbed my leg.
"Wang Zixuan, you have to take me in, you must take me in!" she screamed in a fit of rage.
I was startled and struggled desperately.
"You little bitch, if you don't take me in today, I'll kill you," she threatened, pulling out a pair of scissors aimed at me.
I was terrified and kept dodging.
Just then, my assistant arrived with two bodyguards.
They snatched the scissors from her hand and pinned her to the ground.
"Boss, how should we handle this?" my assistant asked.
I looked at my sister-in-law and replied coldly, "Take her to the police station."
"Understood," the assistant nodded.
They escorted her away.
I watched her retreating figure and shook my head slightly.
As I turned around, I noticed a baby at the entrance.
I was taken aback and walked over to pick up the baby.
But I realized that the baby was ice-cold and had no breath.
I was shocked and quickly called the police.
The surveillance footage showed that this child had been killed by my sister-in-law.
I was speechless.
In the end, she was sent to a mental hospital.
Six months later, I received a call from the Nursing Home informing me that my father had passed away.
Having paid for so long, I felt I should at least see him one last time.
So, I bought a wreath and paper money and arranged for a grand funeral for him.
I fulfilled my responsibilities as a daughter. After that, I went to the hospital to see my mother. However, her mental state was clearly not right.
"Mom, how are you?" I sat by her bedside, looking at her.
She looked at me and suddenly smiled, "My girl, you're back."
"My girl?" I frowned.
She laughed joyfully, "You don't know, I originally planned to sell you."
"But later, I couldn't bear to do it, so I didn't."
"My girl, you're such a good child. You often give me money and even bought me a house."
"But they all say you're not my biological child, and I should kick you out."
"My girl, are you really my biological child?"
I looked at her in silence and turned to leave. She was acting erratically and clearly no longer recognized me. I didn't want to have any further connection with her.
From that day on, I never visited her again. The next time I heard news about her was when I turned thirty. I had met someone who loved me, married him, and had children. We lived a simple life.
One day, I received a call from the prison informing me that my brother had died inside. I didn't go; I just asked someone to handle his funeral arrangements. Then, I called the nursing home and told them my brother had died, asking them to take my mother to the prison to see him one last time.
After that, I never heard from them again. A few months later, I received a call from the nursing home saying my mother had also passed away.
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