Chapter 3The Ex-Change

Mom couldn't wait to enter the second time period.

The big screen began to play the second memory.

This was me in middle school. In front of me was another mess.

Only this time, what was overturned was not the dining table, but clothes and supplies all over the floor of the room, as well as various broken household items.

Grandma pointed at me with a broom and scolded: "Prodigal girl! Only know how to bully your brother. Look at what you've done to this home!"

Dad, lying on the sofa playing with his phone, also followed: "No peace all day long. I work hard every day to earn money for you, and come back to hear these annoying things. Can't you let me have a peaceful day?"

Mom dragged me directly by my clothes and threw me on the messy floor: "Find a way to clean it up yourself! If you don't clean it up, don't eat!"

After she finished speaking, the background sound was still a little boy's crying.

Mom ran over distressedly to hug him, comforting him softly: "Good baby, it's all her fault. Don't cry."

The video ended here. The netizens who said I was born with XYY syndrome just now were more active.

"See, I said it. How can there be a mother in the world who hates her own child? There must be something wrong with her!"

"This girl not only flipped tables when she was little, but also smashed the house when she grew up, making the family restless. What family can withstand her doing this?"

Some people wanted to defend me.

"Maybe she also had reasons..."

"The child became like this, don't adults have some responsibility?"

The real-time votes still didn't increase much, but there were more and more viewers, all sticking to their own opinions.

Justin panicked a little, walked to Mom's side and whispered: "Mom, we can do without this ice cream, but we absolutely can't lose face here! Don't forget, if we perform well, we can livestream sales, and there will be endless money in the future!"

"When we have money in the future, I'll buy a big house for you, Dad, and Grandma. Our whole family will travel everywhere. I can also marry a beautiful wife and give you a bunch of grandsons then."

Mom seemed to fall into the beautiful future woven by Justin, and her face was full of smiles.

But when she looked up at me again, her eyes were filled with thick anger and hostility.

That glance made my heart tremble fiercely.

I wanted to tell Mom, I am your daughter, not your enemy. I just want your love, but I never thought of harming you.

But Mom didn't seem to receive my thoughts.

When Mom was about to raise her hand to press the button again, I couldn't help shouting: "Mom!"

Mom also heard my call, but her eyes flashed, and she said angrily to me: "What Mom? If it weren't for you, a family-disrupting spirit, how could the family be in such chaos? As long as you are here, the family will never have peace! Either flipping tables and cabinets or bullying your brother! You still have the face to call me Mom?"

"The family has always given you whatever we have, feeding you, clothing you, and sending you to school. But what have you done for this family until now?"

Saying this, Mom actually covered her face and wept.

Comments rolled.

"The family didn't treat her badly either. What is she dissatisfied with?"

"This family doesn't look rich either. Being able to give their daughter such a life is already very good. Don't know what she's fussing about?"

"Yeah, we didn't have such conditions before. Born in blessings but not knowing blessings!"

I froze for a moment. The sourness and grievance in my chest surged from my heart, but thousands of words were stuck in my throat by Mom's scolding, unable to dissipate or be spat out.

At this time, the votes in favor of the transaction began to increase significantly, suddenly reaching 70%.