She grabbed my hair with all her strength, sending a sharp pain through my body. I trembled with pain.

I struggled, but she dragged me even harder, dragging me all the way to the stairs.

I saw the stairs and my face paled with fear.

"I really didn't push him down. It wasn't me. If I hadn't caught him, he would have fallen to his death."

My aunt slapped me on the head and my mind went blank.

"You said you didn't push him, so you're no longer the one? My son said it himself. Don't try to argue."

I held onto the stairs tightly, the pain in my face and head unable to mask the hatred in my eyes.

I had saved their son with such good intentions, only to be falsely accused.

Damn it! I should have let him die.

There are many cases where people who save others with good intentions are avenged against.

I just thought it would be okay because we were relatives.

But I underestimated human nature and misjudged their spectacle. Unable to bear the consequences, my mother rushed over to save me, but was met with a storm from my aunt.

"What? Are you here to hit me?"

"Someone! Help! Her son pushed my son down the stairs and now his mother is trying to hit him."

"Is there any law?"

My mother's face flushed with anger upon seeing this.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I didn't do anything."

"Then why are you here? Either you're hitting me to vent your anger, or you're trying to save your son and escape."

"Am I right?"

My mother's blood pressure rose with anger and my aunt's pride grew even greater.

When the crowd gathered to watch the spectacle, they rushed over to help her hold my mother down and accuse her. "Not only did you give birth to a son like this, but you still don't repent and only want to save him and escape."

"Shame on you! Your son is your treasure, but other people's children aren't?"

"Ma’am, if they don't want to compensate you, just push their son down the stairs and let him have his arms and legs broken. Then you won't say such sarcastic things."

Seeing everyone supporting her, my aunt became even more arrogant.

My father was also stopped from going and my mother was so angry that she was shaking.

Oh no! Her asthma has triggered.

I raised my fist like crazy. "Let me go! My mother is having an asthma attack and she's almost suffocating. Stop irritating her! Call an ambulance and take her to the hospital!"

But no one believed me. Seeing me struggling, my aunt slammed my head hard against the stairs. "Haha, who would believe you, mother and son?"

"You haven't been wheezing for a long time, but you're the one who's supposed to pay the price. Who would believe that?"

"Do you think we're idiots?"

I saw my mother's face growing paler and paler and I was terribly anxious.

My father saw it too and just as he was about to rush over, my uncle suddenly appeared and kicked him down.

"You've done something wrong and you're just running away, never thinking of taking responsibility."

My father fell to the ground, begging desperately.

"I can compensate you, but two hundred thousand is too much..."

"Don't bargain with me. Didn't your family sell a piece of land last week? I heard it was worth hundreds of thousands. Why don't you want to pay now that you have the money?"

I suddenly discovered a huge secret. Could it be that my uncle and his family had rigged all this?

That was the only way to explain why my nephew had wronged me.

To save my mother, my father was forced to agree to their demands.

But my aunt refused to give up.

"It's too late to pay now."

"Wait until I push your son down the stairs, then you can pay me."

I stared at my mother's increasingly pale face, begging my uncle and his family with tears in my eyes.

"Uncle, please save my mother."

"She's dying. After all, she's your sister. You can tell if I'm lying by calling an ambulance."

My uncle turned back to look at my mother only after hearing my words.

But before he could get close, my aunt called out to him.

"Don't believe him. Your sister is just pretending to be dead. She doesn't have any medical history, so how could she be in a coma?"

My uncle pulled his leg back, convinced that my aunt was right.

I was so anxious that tears welled up in my eyes.

"My father said he'd pay the compensation. Why are you stopping us from saving her?"

"Don't you know this is illegal? If anything happens to my mother, you'll..."

"Pa!"

"You beast! You're finally admitting your actions. "Did you hear that? He admitted it."

"He knew it was illegal, yet he still pushed my son down the stairs. Tell me, should he die?"

My aunt's words inflamed everyone's fury. Uninformed people even threw their belongings at me, humiliating me.

I refused to listen and knelt down, begging them to let my father go and save my mother.

Unexpectedly, they didn't even spare my father; they surrounded him, accusing and cursing him.

Seeing this, I felt so angry. I hated how my aunt's family had become so cold-blooded and heartless for money, even extorting their own family.

Is this what it means to be kind but not rewarded? I really couldn't understand it.

My aunt pulled me hard, determined to push me up the stairs, then down again.

No one tried to stop her; they all encouraged her to do this, believing it would please everyone.

Encouraged by them, even my uncle withdrew what little blood he had left and chose aloofness.

I memorized every expression on their faces. My aunt dragged me to the stairs with a sly smile.

"You threw my son down, so I'll let you experience the feeling of being thrown down too." "

Then she raised her hand and placed it behind my back, preparing to push me.

But before she could do anything, someone struck her chest hard with a stick.

"Ah! It hurts so much."

"I have proof Linda is lying."