Chapter 2
Perhaps my response was too quick, and Greta simply couldn’t believe it. She stared at me with a suspicious look. “You’re lying, right? You promised me like this before, but you went back on your word the next day.”
Phillip rolled his eyes at me with a frown and spoke with disappointment and accusation in his voice, “Blanca, I’ve had enough of you. Greta is just a child. You should let her rest more and enjoy the outside world instead of keeping her chained to her study all day. She’s so young and already shows signs of depression!”
Rose added fuel to the fire, not caring that she was making the situation worse. “Blanca has issues. If she keeps educating Greta like this, Greta will have problems. She used to be such a nice girl, but now she cries at the drop of a hat. I’m considering taking time off work to take her to a psychologist.”
Frank chimed in with a cold snort, “Take her to a psychologist? The one who needs therapy is Blanca! She’s the root of all the current problems. I can’t believe we were so unlucky to have her as our family.”
Seeing them united against me, I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly, “Why are you so worked up? I haven’t even said anything yet.”
Rose shielded Greta behind her, glaring at me as if I were an enemy. “I know you. You said you wanted Greta to rest, but then you pushed her to study. You’ve gone back on your word more times than I can count!”
I pretended not to hear her and turned to Greta. “Do you have any other requests?”
She looked at me, pouting, “I don’t want to go to tutoring classes. It’s the weekend, and I just want to sleep in at home. And you can’t control how long I use my phone. I want to play on it as much as I want.”
I agreed without hesitation.
A flicker of joy flashed in Greta’s eyes, and she immediately printed out an agreement. “Words are cheap. Sign this, and you can’t change your
mind later.
5:53 AM
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Phillip reminded her to make two copies of the agreement to prevent me from reneging later.
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I picked up the pen. Rose and Frank stared at me as if they were waiting for me to sign so they could celebrate right away.
I quickly signed the agreement. Finally, I would be rid of this ungrateful daughter, and there was a part of me that was almost looking forward
to it.
When I was pregnant, the doctor warned me about poor sperm quality and recommended bed rest. To keep the child, I quit my job and stayed in bed for half a year until Greta was safely born. But compared to her peers, she was weaker both physically and intellectually. Without my constant effort and support, she wouldn’t have kept up with her classmates. Despite this, she believed she was exceptional thanks to the
constant praise from her grandparents.
In my previous life, I gave up my career to guide Greta through her studies, hired tutors, and even brought in professionals to create a learning plan for her.
Being a stay–at–home mother meant relearning all the knowledge alongside the child. It was tiring, but seeing her grades improve made every
late night and early morning worth it.
Eventually, under my guidance, Greta got into a top university and landed a job at a famous enterprise after graduation. However, when she earned her first paycheck, she bought gifts for everyone except me.
When I asked her why, disappointed, she told me I had no right to expect anything from her. Later, she took the whole family on vacation but left me alone at home. A fire broke out due to old wiring, and I was trapped inside and burned to death.
As my soul floated in the air, I saw Greta standing by my charred body, staring blankly. The first thing she said was, “Serves you right. You did this to yourself.
At that moment, I let go of everything.
Looking at the agreement, I suppressed my excitement. “I hope you won’t regret this.”
