Shane looked at her with disdain. "Cherry, why are you always thinking about a paralyzed old loser like her? You're wasting your time serving her. She might as well just die.”

The comments immediately boiled over.

"Fuck, what kind of son is this? He actually cursed his mother to death right in front of her!"

"The key is, even a mother like this beastly son still loves him! Eight million! She gave it all to this beast without blinking an eye!"

"I really don't know what she's thinking. Her daughter went into debt and even divorced to take care of her and she didn't get a penny. She's so blindly partial!"

"She doesn't love such a filial daughter, but loves this inhumane son. She favors boys over girls to this extent. No wonder she's paralyzed!"

Shane ultimately didn't help. Meanwhile, Cherry spent over an hour cleaning me. She was sweating profusely, but she still carefully changed me into clean clothes and placed me in a wheelchair.

"Mom, are you hungry? I'll make you dinner," she said to me.

Exhausted, Cherry nearly fainted as she stood up. But she only paused for a few seconds before forcing herself back into the kitchen.

Soon, she served steamed fish, braised pork, stir-fried vegetables and a pot of steaming chicken soup. She brought the meal to me, then scooped a spoonful of chicken soup, carefully cooled it and placed it in my mouth.

"Mom, I made today's chicken soup specially from fresh free-range chicken I bought from a farm in the countryside. You used to love it so much. Come and try it."

I turned my head away and said coldly, "I don't want to eat."

Cherry’s eyes were filled with worry, "Mom, you already have diarrhea. If you don't eat something to replenish your body, you won't be able to handle it."

I looked at her, my tone still cold, "I have no appetite."

After that, I looked at Shane, who was lying on the sofa playing with his phone and said gently, "Shane, I want to eat that cake on the coffee table."

Shane without even looking up, said impatiently, "I bought it for myself. If you want to eat it, push your wheelchair and go buy it yourself!"

Cherry glared at him and said kindly, "Mom, eat first. Afterward, I'll buy you a cake later, okay?"

I shook my head stubbornly, refusing to eat her meal. Seeing this scene, the comments went wild.

"Is this old lady crazy? She won't eat her daughter's cooking, but insists on her son's cake?"

"I originally thought she was just partial, but I didn't expect her to be so mean. Her son treated her like that and she's still thinking about his things?"

"Poor daughter, she's been busy all day, working for nothing, painstakingly preparing a table full of food and her mother doesn't even glance at it."

"It's disgusting! The more I watch, the more I think this mother is a piece of shit!"

The first day of the livestream ended. The livestream screen was filled with insults directed at me.

The next day, Cherry got home from get off work a little earlier than usual. When she came in, she was holding a delicate paper box. Inside the box was a piece of creamy strawberry cake.

"Mom, didn't you want cake yesterday? I went out to buy it after get off work. It's your favorite strawberry flavor. Come try it," she handed the cake to me, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

I glanced at the cake and said indifferently, "I don't want to eat it now."

A flicker of disappointment and sadness crossed her face.

But she forced a smile and said, "What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

I gave her a cold look, "I don't want to eat anything you cook."

With that, I steered my wheelchair to the balcony for some fresh air. As I left the room, I ran into Shane, who was playing games on his phone.

I knocked his phone to the ground and he flew into a rage, "Damn it! We're in a crucial team fight! You knocked me over like that and I'm dead! It's the promotion match!"

He picked up his phone and kicked my wheelchair hard. The wheelchair struggled hard and stumbled over.

"Mom!" Cherry screamed, rushing over, quickly shielding me and the wheelchair with her body.

The wheelchair had scraped her hand, leaving a deep gash so deep that the bone was visible and blood was flowing. But she ignored the pain.

After quickly steadying me, she angrily yelled at Shane, still dazed and shaken, "Shane, you almost hurt mom!"

Shane glared at me, "She’s paralyzed and can't feel pain, so why are you so nervous?"

"I'm so annoyed! We lost the qualifying round again!" Shane cursed as he walked into the room and continued playing games.

Cherry, still terrified, checked me over and over to make sure I was alright. Only then, despite the bruises on her hands, did she begin to inspect the wheelchair that had been kicked. Noticing a loose buckle, she immediately pulled out her toolbox and worked on tightening it bit by bit until late at night. The livestream's comments were boiling with comments,

"I'm so sad. Where can you find such a good daughter? Her hand was badly injured, yet she's completely worried about her mother."

"Why is such a good daughter so unlucky, having such a blind, biased mother?"

"That's right, is this mother's heart made of stone? Her daughter has done so much for her, so why is she so cold to her own daughter?"

"No wonder they say there's always something hateful about those who are pitiful. This mother is so hopelessly biased, she deserves to be paralyzed."

"It's so suffocating."

"Daughter, run away! A mother and brother like this aren't worth it."

The livestream was abuzz with insults and even reporters called me.

"Is this the three-day secret livestream you wanted? Do you know what you've been getting yelled at these past two days? Your daughter has done so much for you, aren't you just asking for trouble?"

I glanced at Cherry, who was alone in the living room tending to her wounds and said calmly, "There's one last day. You'll know everything then."

On the morning of the third day, Cherry, as usual, came to my room as soon as she got up.

"Mom, how are you feeling today? Is your appetite better?" She asked softly, expertly examining me.

I didn't answer, merely glancing at her bandaged hand. Blood was still seeping from it. Seeing I remained silent, Cherry massaged my limbs as usual, moving my joints and preventing muscle atrophy.

Her movements were gentle, as if she were caring for her treasure. "Mom, look, what a beautiful day today."

"After dinner, I'll take you out for a walk. The doctor says more outdoor activity is good for you,” she looked out the window, trying to find a conversation starter.

But I remained indifferent, "I don't want to."

She paused for a moment, then said nothing.

After the massage, she fetched some warm water and carefully wiped my face and hands before making me dinner.

The comments in the livestream continued to roll.

"The old lady still looks so gloomy today. It makes me angry just looking at her."

"That's right, her daughter's hand is so badly injured and she still has to take care of her and she doesn't even say a word of concern?"

"It's really disgusting. Some people just don't deserve kindness."

That day, Cherry didn't go to work. She said she wanted to spend time with me.

After finishing house chores, she pushed me out to the balcony to bask in the sun. She combed my hair, trimmed my nails and cleaned my ears. She kept me clean from head to toe. And then she moved a small stool and sat next to me.

She held my withered hand and began to speak softly, "Mom, do you remember? When we were little, you often took me to the balcony to bask in the sun. You loved braiding my hair and telling me stories here. You also said that your greatest wish was to see me happy."

As she spoke, her eyes welled up slightly. Just then, her phone rang. But she didn't answer. Instead, she gave me a deep look and hung up.

Then she looked at me, smiled and said, "Mom, it's almost time."

I smiled faintly. This moment had finally arrived. With that, Cherry stood up and gave me a secretive look. Then she did something that everyone watching the livestream couldn't have imagined...