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.

During this time, if my parents asked for water, I wouldn't give them any. But if they asked for food, I would just feed them a few spoonfuls.

With their faces becoming increasingly gloomy, I felt as happy as I could be.

On the contrary, they hated me more.

The day after the incident, my parents both had high fevers.

Their face reddened, and it looked like they were in a deep coma.

After the doctor examined them, he shook his head at me and my brother.

"Are there any other family?"

My father's parents died early. As for my mother's father, he was so angry after the incident at his last birthday party that he completely cut off all contact with my mother.

My grandfather didn't plan to visit my parents until the people in the hospital called him.

As soon as he arrived, the doctor told the truth, and I hid at the door and eavesdropped.

"Their injury is too serious, and now they have a high fever. If their fever couldn't be gone tonight, it will be difficult for them to survive."

The doctor added, "Even if they survive, they still need skin transplants, which are not only expensive but also very painful."

Grandpa sighed and slammed his cane on the floor.

"Are you suggesting I give them up? If they are gone, what will happen to their child?"

The doctor patted my grandfather's shoulder helplessly to comfort him. "Sir, please make a decision as soon as possible. Tell me quickly whether to continue treatment or give up treatment."

I stuck my head out deliberately and rubbed my eyes hard, making them red and looking like I had been crying.

"Grandpa! Mom and Dad look very painful. Will it stop hurting if they die?"

"Zoe, you are too young to understand."

A faint sneer crossed my face. Of course, I understood.

"Mom loves beauty so much. If her face can't be healed, she will definitely be very sad. Also, Dad's arm is broken. Will he continue working in the future?"

I played dumb and asked the most practical problem. Later, my grandfather silently went to see a doctor and chose to give up.

He had to witness that his daughter died before him at his age, so he was naturally extremely sad. He didn't even dare to look at her and went straight home.

The next moment, I ran to my parents and snorted.

"Are you happy now? This is how it feels to be abandoned by your family."

That was how she gave up on me.

My mother rolled her eyes in anger and fainted.

My dad was quite shameless and even tried to beg for mercy, "Zoe, please ask a doctor to save me. I never hit you, it was your mom who hit you."

"Yet, you chose to be a bystander and didn't stop it. Being indifferent is also a mistake."

I ignored his pleas and walked out.

It was extremely painful for them. Burns not only defaced them but also tormented them psychologically.

Although my grandfather knew there was no hope of saving them, he still wanted to have a try. He only gave up the surgery but not the treatment.

So, my parents relied on intravenous drips to live every day. Besides, they felt extremely painful and unable to sleep all day long.

At first, they begged me to perform surgery on them to save them, but later on, they gave up on themselves.

"Zoe, you... you go tell the doctor that I don't want to live anymore. Don't continue the infusion."

His voice was so low that I could pretend not to hear it. I just continued playing with my phone with my head down.

After all, he was like this when my mother beat me before and I asked for help.

As for my mother, she was sent to the emergency room because she fainted.

Sadly, she could not be saved and was pronounced dead on the spot.

I turned my gaze to my father who was still alive.

He tried to take off the oxygen mask himself, and I didn't stop him. I watched him die with his eyes wide open.

Both my parents died, and my brother and I were sent to my grandfather's house. He couldn't even take care of himself, not to mention the two children.

In the end, the staff of the Child Protective Service sent us to a welfare home.

In an adult's mental state, I was doing well here. Only my younger brother, who had been spoilt for too long, couldn't get used to the living conditions. So, he was often bullied.

He even tried to ask me to help him.

It was kind enough for me not to bully him.

In the welfare home, I had a very happy and fulfilling life.

I felt as though I was on the threshold of a new life.