As soon as my brother came in, the people outside who were seeing the fun suddenly made a noise. Until now, I realized that it was my parents who came back.

I thought they would be detained for a few days, but I didn't expect them to be released now.

The most embarrassing thing was that there were policemen following behind them. Under such circumstances, my parents looked dejected, like dogs on a leash.

My mother pled, "Sir, I told you there are two children at home. They are so young and don't know how to eat or sleep. You can't detain me."

Coincidentally, this policeman was the one who took me to the Child Protective Service before.

My dad also complained, "Sir, it's not against the law for me to cheat on my wife. You have no right to detain me, right?"

"Yet, fighting in public will endanger public security."

My mother was smarter than my father. She immediately brought both of us to her and pinched our arms hard. Hence, my brother and I screamed in pain.

She said, "Sir, my children are crying so hard. They can't leave me. Please be lenient, and don't detain me."

I ripped open my sleeves, revealing the obvious wounds on my body. It caught my mother off guard.

"Sir, please take my mother away. She beats me whenever she's home."

My mother was stunned and quickly explained, "Sir, I really didn't hit her. I haven't hit her since you warned me last time."

Indeed, she didn't hit me, but I could pinch myself. I did it secretly just now.

I stared at the policeman timidly, then looked at my mother fearfully, and retracted my hand in fear. It looked very natural.

The policeman became angry in an instant. "I originally wanted to give you two a chance to correct, but I didn't expect you to be so stubborn. We will ask the Child Protective Service staff to take care of them. As for you two, you will be detained for half a month."

My mother didn't even have a chance to explain. She then was handcuffed and taken away. The previous onlookers didn't walk far away either, so they all witnessed them being taken away. My mother, a person who valued her reputation, couldn't bear it.

My father was also taken away, but he was more sensible than her. He lowered his head and tried to keep a low profile.

I pushed my brother hard and whispered to him, "You don't want to stay with me forever, right? If so, hurry up and plead for Dad. Be louder!"

My brother was hesitant and unable to utter a word. I approached and instructed him in a low voice.

Fortunately, this guy got it and started shouting immediately.

"Sir, please let my father go. He was just looking for a stepmother for us."

He continued to shout, "She is familiar with my mother, so she won't hurt us. Can she cook for us? I'm almost starving at home."

As expected, the people present gave my dad disdainful looks, pointing fingers, and started scolding him.

"Indeed, we can't judge a person by his appearance. He usually looks like a good person, but I didn't expect him to do such a thing."

"How terrible it is! I feel sorry for this little girl. Her father doesn't love her and her mother doesn't care about her."

"It's obvious that his wife favors boys over girls. She finally has a son, so she naturally ignores her daughter."

The onlookers expressed my feelings. I once again put on a pitiful look and looked at the police officer.

As they were about to take me to the Child Protective Service, I knew that my goal had been achieved.

I felt pleased while thinking that the family was broken up and I would have a better place to go.

The police quickly took me to the Child Protective Service.

However, the staff did not give an accurate answer, and they were in a dilemma.

"After all, the child's parents are still alive, and it's difficult to take custody away from them."

"However, my parents don't like me at all. My mother often beats and scolds me. Now, my father has cheated on my mother. Instead of staying at home, I would rather go to a welfare house."

I admitted what I sincerely hoped.

"Don't worry, sweetie! We will help you."

Because of the fight, both my parents were sent to the police station. Besides, there would be a note about it in their files, which was an important evaluation criterion.

Logically speaking, it was difficult for such parents to raise children.

As outsiders, the staff cannot completely make decisions, but I was very happy just because they tried to help me.

During the following period of time, I lived in the Child Protective Service.

I was not sent home until my parents came out of the police station. These two people could not keep their cool at all. Upon returning home, they started fighting.

"You bastard, I want to divorce you."

"Then let's get a divorce. I haven't liked you for a long time. You crazy woman, nobody will like you after the divorce?"

"I married you when I was young. I even gave birth to two children for you. But now, you want to abandon me. No, I disagree with it! I won't divorce you."

"Mind your manners!"

The two people just argued at first. But soon, they started fighting. When the staff pulled them apart, my father's face was covered in blood, and my mother's hair was messy.

The staff looked at each other. "Your children are still here. If you still do this in front of them, it will have a bad influence on them."

They were busy fighting, so they couldn't pay attention to something else. My dad even talked back to the staff.

"This is my own child, and I can do whatever I want. You have no right to interfere."

"Sir, let me warn you. If you are unable to take good care of the child, we will sue and deprive you of your custody rights."

"It's impossible! My son is my life. If any of you take him away, I'll commit suicide in front of you."

My mother was so anxious while thinking that someone was going to take her son away.

"He is the future heir of the Floyd family. No one can take him away."

The two people who were originally planning to divorce started fighting for the custody of my brother. Neither of them could remember me.

I tugged at the staff member's clothes and pled, "Miss, can you help me find a welfare house?"

"They don't like me at all and don't want me to stay in this family. Maybe I should leave," I went on.

The staff member pulled me into his arms with red eyes. "Sweetie, don't think like that. It's not your fault. It's just because they didn't take on their responsibilities."

No one noticed me, so the staff had to take me away again.

I was obviously abandoned again, but I was so happy.

I know that I would have a bright future, and they would get their comeuppance.

My mother was very resentful, not only because my father cheated on her, but because the person he hooked up with was Dolcie.

Targeting Dolcie for many years, my mother didn't expect that her husband would have an affair with her. My mother couldn't stand it, so she still made a fuss after returning home. My dad didn't have a good temper, so the two started a new round of fighting. They even ended up threatening each other with knives.

The next time I heard news about them, both of them were in the hospital.

My mother was so angry that she held the knife to chop my father. But because of the difference in physical strength, my father chopped her back with a few knives. It made her seethe with anger.

In a rage, she turned on the gas and wanted to die together with my father.

Luckily, the neighbors found it in time. My mom was stopped by them, but there was an open fire at that time. My parents jumped from the second floor to escape. The two were alive but showed signs of gas poisoning. In the end, they were sent to the hospital.

However, nobody realized that I placed the knives in the most conspicuous place at home and sealed the doors and windows.

On the way to the hospital, I timidly spoke to the staff, "Miss, I think my mother is mentally ill."

"Zoe, what do you mean?"

"Generally speaking, mothers always love their children very much, but my mother doesn't love me at all. Is it because she is mentally ill?"

The staff member then understood. She was stunned and quickly communicated with the man next to her.

"If the guardian has mental problems, then the child custody can naturally be transferred."

She paused for a while and added, "Also, I suspect she might be mentally ill. She turned on the gas to die with her husband. Does it prove she wants to commit suicide?"

As they were ready to help me submit the documents to the welfare house, I finally smiled.

When my neighbor called and briefly mentioned my parents' condition, I was disappointed that they only had minor injuries. But after meeting them, I found that they were much more serious than I imagined.

My mother's face was severely burned, and her body was covered with burns of varying degrees. As for my father, his arm was half burnt, and the skin on other parts of his body was gone.

Especially, if there was no skin to transplant, they would live with this scar for the rest of their lives.

Besides, the two jumped off the building to survive, so they had fractures of varying degrees.

Both of them were now lying on the bed, unable to move.

They looked weak while seeing me, but when my brother came, they were very excited.

The staff of the Child Protective Service quickly walked out and left my brother and me behind.

My mother couldn't speak clearly, but she still reminded me, "You... You must... take good care of... your brother."

"Zoe, Beth... Beth is... is the future heir... of the Floyd family. I'm... almost... dying now. You have to... take good care of him," my dad tried to persuade me.

I rolled my eyes at them and questioned coldly, "How shameless you are! He is your son, not mine. Why should I care about him?"

The couple was very angry. They didn't expect that I would utter such words. They pointed their fingers at me angrily.

"Do you want to say I'm your daughter? Yet, you never treated me as your own daughter. You always beat, scold, and ignore me at will. Everything now is retribution."

Feeling that it wasn’t enough, I leaned closer to them and whispered in their ears, "It was me who made that video. Do you like this surprise?"

Their faces changed drastically, and they wanted to jump up and slap me, but they couldn't move at all.

Instead, I slapped them with my hands. "How does it feel to be burned? How does it feel to jump off a building? You only jumped from the second floor, but I jumped from the eighteenth floor."

In my prior life, it was my mother who knocked me out and sent me to the hotel, which was 18 stories high. At that moment, I gritted my teeth and jumped down.

Now it was just a tit-for-tat, but I still thought it wasn't enough.

They didn't understand what I meant, so they just stared at me in anger.

"Hold on. If you die, what will happen to your precious son?"

"What... What do you want to do?"

I shook my head. "Nothing. I just want to piss you off to death."

Originally, I planned to cut off ties with them. As long as they lost custody of mine, they couldn't control me anymore. But now, I changed my mind. Seeing their current situation, I wasn't sure how long they could live. Such being the case, I could inherit property after they passed away.

So, I deliberately declined the invitation from the Child Protective Service staff. I insisted on staying in the hospital and taking care of my parents.