The intimate red marks on her neck stung my eyes.
Susan immediately threw herself into Serena’s arms: “Serena, you’re here! I don’t want stinky mommy!”
Serena shot me a triumphant nce, her fingers deliberately tracing the hickeys on her neck.
I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms.
Susan shrank back into Serena’s embrace, frightened by my expression.
“Don’t look at the child like that,” Daniel frowned. “She’s still sick.”
He noticed me staring at Serena and exined: “This is Serena, a new influencer ourpany’s partnering with.”
Serena looked me up and down, her face showing pity.
“I’ll take Susan for her checkup,” Daniel said. “You look terrible. Go home and rest. I have a business dinner tonight, don’t wait up.”
Susan leaned close to Serena’s ear, but spoke loud enough for me to hear: “Serena, I pushed the bad mommy and made her bleed! Aren’t I amazing?”
“She doesn’t deserve to be my mommy anyway–old and ugly, and she stinks!”
I stood frozen, staring at this child I’d once been willing to sacrifice everything for.
My knees were still bleeding, but that pain couldn’tpare to one ten–thousandth of what I felt inside.
I mechanically wiped away the blood, my voice barely audible: “Okay, I’ll go home now.”
I stumbled back to the rental in a daze and with trembling hands dialed that buried number.
“It’s me,” the moment the call connected, my voice choked until I could barely speak. “Does that promise from years ago… still stand?”
The other end fell silent for a few seconds, then came a gentle sigh: “Elena, my promise to you never had an expiration date.”
Daniel didn’te home all night.
At dawn, my phone suddenly buzzed.
A text from Daniel: [I’m in trouble. Come help me.]
I stood before the mirror, looking at my haggard face, but finally grabbed my coat and left.
Following the address in the text, I arrived at an international school.
As I looked around confused, a familiar figure caught my eye–Susan with a designer backpack, chatting andughing with ssmates as they walked toward their ssroom.
My heart plummeted.
Daniel had said Susan was hospitalized for treatment–all lies.
Sharp pain shot through my chest. Was I so worthless in his eyes that I deserved lie after lie?
“Who’s thatdy?” a little boy suddenly pointed at me loudly.
Susan turned and saw me, panic shing across her face before she pouted: “She’s our maid.”
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I couldn’t believe my ears. This child I’d nearly died bringing into the world was calling me this.
As I turned to leave, the boy suddenly blocked my path: “Since you’re the maid, polish my shoes! Your fingernails are full of grease–disgusting<b>!</b><b>” </b>
Students gradually gathered around to watch the spectacle.
Fighting back tears, I called out softly: “Susan…”
“She stale from our house and got kicked out!” Susan suddenly jumped up, pointing and shrieking: “What are you doing at my school? Get lost!”
Themotion drew school security.
I was roughly pressed to the ground. Just as I was about to shout “I’m her mother,” Daniel arrived hurriedly.
“Sorry, she’s our family maid,” he apologized to the principal with a forced smile, though his eyes flickered uneasily.
Just then, the little boy raised his hand and threw a rock that struck my forehead, immediately raising arge bump.
Daniel pulled me into his car, hesitating: “Elena, about Susan…”
Iughed bitterly and helped him exin: “Your boss helped arrange her school transfer, right?” <fnfb6a> Read full story at </fnfb6a>
He quickly nodded: “Right, the teachers there are exceptional. My boss offered to arrange it.” His tone carried forced lightness.
Bitterness welled up in my heart.
Just then, from the corner of my eye, I spotted something on the passenger floor mat-
A pinkce panties lying there quietly.