The police took me to the Child Protective Service soon. They all looked solemn while seeing my swollen face.

A woman gently touched my face and asked, "Okay, sweetie. Can you tell me who hit you in the face?"

"It's Mommy."

The woman sighed and took me to the hospital to check my injuries.

Later, she and others took me home with the certificate issued by the hospital.

I witnessed that Carrie, my mother, who had originally looked indifferent while seeing me, suddenly put on a gentle smile after noticing others. However, due to the medical examination report, she was still taken away by the police.

Although I was injured, I didn't suffer a serious injury, so there was no way to file a case. Carrie was released after being detained for three days. Fortunately, people from the Child Protective Service warned her.

I thought that something interesting would happen, for I had asked someone to call Dolcie over early on.

As soon as the door was opened, I saw Dolcie standing next to my mother.

Carrie's expression immediately changed, and she held me in her arms lovingly while seeing the staff accompanying me.

"Thank you. I don't know how she got lost. It should be an accident. Thank you very much. I will definitely take good care of her in the future and not let her run around."

Dolcie came over quickly and pretended to care. "Carrie, what happened? Why is Zoe's face swollen?"

"You know. She is a naughty girl. It's normal for her to fall, and it just happens."

The staff member frowned, not expecting her to lie on the spot.

"Mrs. Floyd, your child has already told us that you beat her."

My mother looked unhappy, while Dolcie next to her tried to hold back a smile.

She said sarcastically, "Carrie, you always say how much you like your daughter, but I didn't expect you to beat her. Most importantly, you never abuse your son, right? You don't favor boys over girls, do you?"

"What do you mean? Are you trying to frame me? I always treat both of them equally. It's just because Zoe likes to run around."

Carrie lied without hesitation, and the staff's face immediately darkened.

"Mrs. Floyd, according to Child Protection Law, if you continue to abuse your daughter like this, we will prosecute you. Once the lawsuit is established, you'll be sentenced to several years in jail."

When it came to the law, my mother immediately became timid and explained obsequiously.

"I didn't mean it. She is my child. How could I bear to hurt her? I really didn't mean it."

Fearing that the staff of the Child Protective Service would be soft-hearted, I moved closer to them. The next moment, I pointed at my face and cried out in pain.

"Miss, my face still hurts."

The staff member became serious again, and then she warned my mother.

"We will make further follow-up visits. Once the little girl is beaten again, we will definitely sue you or deprive you of custody."

"That's right! She is your child, and you have to treat her well."

Long after, my mother finally sent them away. She then dragged me in with a stern face.

"How dare you! You even called the police. Do you think they can keep watching me all the time? Believe it or not, I will beat you up."

Just as I thought, my mother threatened me after they left. So, I opened the door and screamed.

"Help me! My mom is going to hit me again."

The Child Protective Service staff members returned by the same route suddenly. It shocked my mother.

The staff then contacted the people from the community. After that, the news that my mother abused me had been reported for a week.

Besides, the neighbors were asked to supervise my mother.

My mother, who was such a proud person, was completely humiliated. For a long time, whenever we appeared together, people who knew her would stare at her. Also, I could even hear them whispering to one another.

"That's her! Although she is an intellectual with a good job, she favors boys over girls and even beats the girl at home."

"Really? What a pity! Why does the girl have such a mother?"

My goal was achieved, and my mother was humiliated as I expected.

She hated me even more, and I also hated her very much. I decided to move to the second step to seek revenge.

With the Child Protective Service staff watching over her, my mother didn't dare hit me. Instead, she scolded me every day.

Every time this happened, I would deliberately run to my father's study room. It was because he wouldn't allow anyone to enter his study room and make loud noises.

Upon seeing me hiding behind my dad, my mother would shut her mouth immediately.

Although my father noticed me, he didn't take me seriously. He just stared at the computer. But in fact, he was not looking at documents but chatting.

He was seemingly working in the study every day; in fact, he was always chatting with his mistress.

In my prior life, I found out about my father's extramarital affair just before I died. At that moment, he divorced my mother and took half of our belongings. That was why my mother took advantage of me to make money.

Back to reality, I tried to lean towards the computer screen. To my surprise, I saw Dolcie's name on the screen.

It seemed like they were flirting with each other. There was their chat history, including the news they planned to go to the hotel.

My dad's mistress turned out to be Dolcie. I had known for a long time that she and my mom didn't get along, but I didn't expect that it would happen.

I took several photos through with the children's camera in my hand.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm playing."

My father was so nervous that he slapped me on the head and kicked me out.

Certainly, he couldn't imagine that a 4-year-old girl like me would take photos to gather evidence about their affair.

I didn't leave but sneaked back and squatted under the table, just in time to catch their chatting records.

Until now, I realized the reason why the door of the study was usually kept tightly closed. It turned out that my dad wanted to keep it a secret.

My mother used to ignore me, so I took my camera and ran to the printing shop without anyone noticing. Later, I printed out everything and brought it home.

At this time, my brother was watching TV intently. He saw me and made a face at me. I showed no mercy and punched him in the head, trying to kill him while he was young.

In my prior life, he bullied me a lot with his strong strength.

After I punched him, he burst into tears. It surely attracted my mother.

As for me, I ran out in advance and hid on the balcony, waiting to see my mother's expression as she saw the chat history.

The happy marriage that she was proud of was false.

To my surprise, she was not as tough as I thought.

However, I didn't care about it, for there would be a lot of drama to come.

In the end, my mother simply swallowed her pride without showing any sign of it.

On the day when our whole family went to my grandfather’s 60th birthday party, my mother actually bought me a new piece of clothing.

"Don't mention that I treated you unfairly again. Your new clothes are a famous brand."

If I didn't know that my brother always wore this brand since he was a child, I might be really grateful to her.

I was impatient and rolled my eyes. Both of us had been tired of each other for a long time.

My grandfather and my mother both hankered after vainglory. This time, he booked several halls in the hotel, and the banquet was extremely grand. By the time we arrived, the place was almost packed.

My mother carried my brother and managed to sit, but my father, a selfish man, only cared about himself and kept moving forward with his head down. I, little and young, was almost trampled.

After finally sitting down, I didn’t even have time to catch my breath, for I had to sneak backstage and upload the video I had specially made.

On such occasions, my mother wouldn't forget Dolcie. It was no exaggeration that she couldn't show off without Dolcie.

As my mother and Dolcie met each other, they hugged each other, as if they were best friends. "It's been a long time since we last met. Dolcie, what skincare products have you used recently? How come you look younger than me?"

"Nothing special! It's just because my child is obedient and sensible. You're different from me. I guess you should be more hard-working than me. After all, you have two children."

My mother faked a smile. "It's impossible. I'm so happy to have a son and a daughter."

I feel ashamed for her when she said that.

The two exchanged some pleasantries and finally sat down. I looked at them carefully and found that my dad and Dolcie had a lot of eye contact, while my mom was socializing others, just like a fool.

My dad was dissatisfied and spoke out, "It's time to eat, and stop wandering around."

My mother treated her words as sweet talk. "Darling, you care about me too much. We are in the same hall, and are you afraid that I'll get lost?"

Dolcie gave her a meaningful look. My mother wanted to say something more, but my dad stopped her with a frown.

He grabbed my mother's arm and let her sit down.

"The children are watching."

My dad almost pinched my mom's arm so hard that it turned blue, but she still managed to act coquettishly.

My mother was firmly convinced that a happy and harmonious family was an important part of her life. She wanted to maintain her marriage with all her strength. So, I was looking forward to how she would react when she saw the video.

The banquet officially began. The host standing on the stage said a lot of compliments, then asked the people in the backstage to turn on the video they had produced.

The original video was a blessing from the younger generation in the family to my grandfather.

Yet, I replaced it with all kinds of intimate photos of my dad and Dolcie as well as their private chat records.

The background music I had dubbed was the sound of the two of them flirting with each other.

Without exaggeration, I saw my mother's face turn pale so rapidly that it seemed like magic.

My dad was even more restless, and Dolcie ran out with her bag covering her face. I shouted suddenly, "Dolcie, do you want to be my stepmother?"

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense.

My mother came to her senses. She went straight over and grabbed Dolcie's hair. Having dragged her to the ground, my mother started smashing things at her, trying to vent her anger.

"You bitch, you actually seduce my husband. I'm going to give you a lesson."

She added, "I treat you as my good friend, but you did something so disgusting."

Dolcie fought back. She turned over and sat on my mother, strangling her neck with a ferocious look.

"You have always been jealous of me. When have you ever considered me a good friend? Look at you! You're just a crazy woman, and your husband definitely looks down on you."

"Even so, it's not my turn. You bitch!"

"Who are you calling a bitch?"

Dolcie slapped my mother in the face as she spoke. I pretended to be scared, but I was cheering in my heart.

After all, my mother had slapped me many times before, and now she finally got slapped in the face.

My dad naturally needed to prevent them from fighting.

He had no choice but to step forward to separate them, but the two women were so angry that they had no intention of stopping even when they saw him. The two even scratched his face several times.

His face, body, and neck were covered with red marks immediately, so he had to cover his face and give up.

Young as my brother was, he tried to rush forward to help my mother. I couldn't let him affect the situation, so I stood up to stop him and pushed my dad in as well. Taking advantage of the chaos, I hit my mom in the face several times, stepped on my brother a few times, and even secretly pinched my dad.

My dad was also enraged, shouting, "You can fight, but don't get me involved."

Dolcie cursed, "You son of a bitch, I was beaten because of you."

"Why are you blaming me? It's because you seduce me first."

"You two bastards, I'm going to kill you."

The three people held hatred towards each other, and they all blamed each other.

I don't understand why I should be polite to a mistress, a cheating scumbag, and a mother who abused her daughter. Since none of them were good people, I could punish them.

With that in mind, I took whatever I could get in my hands and threw it at them. I hit them so hard that they felt dizzy. Yet, thinking that they were being beaten by each other, the three of them started fighting again.

I really wanted to get them behind bars, so I borrowed a nearby customer's phone and called the police. The police arrived and saw the scene.

In the end, the three of them were taken away by the police. Besides, nobody cared about me and my brother. So, we returned home without anyone noticing.

My younger brother knew how to act according to the real situation. He also knew that I was not someone he could mess with. So, after returning home, he didn't dare to utter a word.

In the end, as he was too hungry to bear it anymore, he could only cry.

"Zoe, I'm so hungry."

I deliberately waved the snacks in front of him. "I won't give you any."

He was hungry and scared. Later, he opened his mouth and started crying loudly again.

I wouldn't be controlled by him like my mother. I just plugged my ears with earplugs and took all the snacks into my room.

When the door was closed, I had peace of mind.

Yet, this bastard never made me feel at ease.

"What happened? The kid was about to jump off the building."

It turned out that it was my brother, that bastard, who pretended to jump off the building because I didn't give him anything to eat.

Of course, I wouldn't take it seriously. I even didn't care whether he was alive or not. Unlike my mother, I would never treat him as my dearest child.

I just stood in the living room with my hands on my hips, looking at him on the balcony. "We live on the second floor. You won't die even if you jump down. Maybe you'll disabled, but don't worry. Mom will take care of you in the future."

Seeing that he relented, I added, "Unluckily, Mom is still in the police station. Whether she can get out is another matter. Before that, it will still be just the two of us."

After saying that, I gave him a cruel smile, and indeed, the kid crawled back.