In my past life, I was abused to death. Because I saved my mother in a car accident, I became a high-level paraplegic. My whole family despised me, and my mother would always hold my cousin's hand and say, "This is my real daughter." When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the car accident. "Mom, this time, it's your turn to pay the debt." 1 "The brakes failed! Run!" A scream rang in my ears, and I looked ahead in disbelief. An eighteen-wheeler, brakes gone, was careening down the road straight at my mother. My mother had twisted her ankle and couldn't run. This scene was so familiar. I instantly realized I had been reborn, back to the day of the car accident when I was sixteen. The truck was hurtling towards my mother. She panicked and turned to me for help. "Bella, help Mom! Quick!" In my past life, this was the moment I didn't hesitate to rush out and pull my mother to safety. Later, my mother was unharmed. But I was in the hospital for a long time, finally ending up a high-level paraplegic, bedridden for life. My mother took care of me for a few days, then got bored and dumped me on a nanny, never asking about me again. Seeing that my family didn't care about me, the nanny abused me daily. Finally, I died with hatred in my heart. My mother didn't even come to see me on my deathbed, saying my smell was disgusting. But I was disgusting because I saved her. Coming back to my senses, I looked at everything in front of me, tears welling in my eyes. I didn't expect that I would have a chance to start over. "Bella... help me, quick!" The truck was close. My mother asked for my help again, her eyes pleading. I just curled my lips at her, withdrew my gaze, and hurriedly retreated to a safer place. After a loud bang, I quietly watched my mother being crushed by the truck and said calmly, "Mom, this time it's your turn to be the burden." 2 My mother was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, and the final result was the same as mine in my previous life: high-level paraplegia. She couldn't accept the reality and lay in the hospital bed howling all day long. "Why do I have no feeling in my lower body? Ah..." With disheveled hair, she looked like a madwoman. I walked up and said calmly, "Mom, you just can't walk, you're still alive, right? It's embarrassing to shout like this, pay attention to the impact." My light words made my mother even crazier. She picked up the cup at hand and threw it at me: "You have the nerve to say that! Why didn't you save me? You are too vicious, I don't have a daughter like you." I nimbly dodged the cup and added, "Mom, you are morally kidnapping me by saying that." She was mad with anger and cursed me frantically: "You vicious thing, has your conscience been eaten by a dog? I am your mother!" Watching her frantic look, I almost laughed out loud. Now she knows she is my mother? But I clearly remember that in my previous life, I just shed a few more tears, and she impatiently said that my shouting was embarrassing, and that if she had known I would morally kidnap her, she would rather I didn't save her. Later, until I was discharged from the hospital, she didn't come to see me again, saying that I should learn to face reality and no one owed me anything. Why is it that the same experience is unacceptable when it's her turn? I thought she was so strong, but it turned out she was just good at talking. Just then, my dad came back from a business trip. He was heartbroken and cried bitterly while holding my mother. He told my mother to rest assured that he would never leave her. My mother believed it and even lamented that she had married a good husband. But she was too naive. In my past life, my dad cared about me for a while. But when the guilt faded, he, like my mother, ignored me. Later, my mother brought my cousin Ashley home. He forgot about me even more, treating my cousin as his own daughter, and even drove me to the basement when my cousin mocked me for smelling too bad. If he was so heartless to his own daughter related by blood, how could he be good to a wife not related by blood? 3 After my mother became paralyzed, she yelled at us all day long and always suspected that my dad had changed his heart and had a woman outside. We ignored her, and she began to curse us with foul language. "You two heartless things, is this how you treat me? You will be struck by lightning. Bella, you little bitch, if you weren't greedy for life and afraid of death, would I be paralyzed? Treating your own mother like this, you will go to hell." I picked my ears and pretended not to hear. She had nowhere to vent her anger and was anxious to vomit blood. And my dad's attitude was indeed as I expected. At first, he comforted her patiently, but over time he revealed his true form and became impatient, pointing at her and scolding loudly: "Shut up, Bella and I don't owe you anything. You insisted on going shopping, and now that something has happened, it's your own fault." Then he found a reliable nanny to take care of her and hid far away himself. I wasn't willing to do that. I specifically dismissed the competent nanny and went to the agency for a long time before I finally found the nanny, Mrs. Zhang, who had abused me in my previous life. Originally, she was unwilling to take care of paralyzed patients because she was used to being lazy and gluttonous, and was often fired by employers for this reason. But because I gave too much money, she couldn't refuse. Mrs. Zhang looked like an honest person on the surface. But only I knew how mentally perverted she was behind the scenes. If I showed the slightest dissatisfaction with her care, I would get a beating from her. I wanted to complain about her crimes to my mother, but every time I told her, she accused me of being difficult to serve and making trouble out of nothing. In that case, let her feel whether I was making trouble out of nothing. 4 At the same time, I began to lament in my dad's ear all day long. "Other kids have mothers to accompany them, but my mother can only lie in bed, and her body smells bad. I feel so ashamed." I told my dad what my mother said in my previous life, and specifically didn't close the bedroom door, deliberately letting my mother hear it. Immediately, cursing came from the bedroom: "You two heartless dogs, I haven't died yet, so you despise me so much, ah..." The sharp cry went straight to the eardrum. My dad and I tacitly ignored her, and then I shyly told my dad: "I like Auntie Lisa. If she were my mother, it would be great." My dad's eyes looking at me changed instantly. "Do you really think so?" I nodded shyly, and my dad got my answer, his eyes flickering. My heart instantly had a bottom. Lisa was my dad's first love and the woman my mother hated most in her life. Since in my previous life my mother brought my most hated cousin Ashley home and treated her like her own daughter, then in this life, I will learn from her and bring her most hated rival home and treat her like my own mother.
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