Chapter 4The Ex-Change

Seeing the votes increase, Mom had an obvious smile on her face.

I couldn't smile. I used almost all my strength to barely hold back my tears. This was my involuntary habit.

Because Mom hated my crying look the most, no matter how much grievance I suffered, I habitually endured it.

But I didn't expect that when Mom looked at me with moist eyes again, there was no pity at all.

She still stared at me with the eyes of looking at an enemy.

At this time, some netizens raised different opinions.

"Don't you think it's weird? If she's so violent, why hasn't she dared to say a harsh word to her mom until now?"

"Indeed, she keeps her head down and doesn't dare to look at people. Doesn't look like someone who would smash things at home."

"And from the video, we didn't see the process, only the scene of the whole family blaming her. Could there be some hidden story?"

Mom also saw it and immediately turned to me to continue questioning calmly: "Say it yourself, was the dining table overturned because of you? Was the room messed up because of you?"

I looked at her in disbelief.

But her gaze was a threat, a coercion, a commanding from above.

I couldn't help lowering my head, daring not look into her eyes again.

This was Mom's usual method. She knew she didn't need to do anything, just look at me calmly like this, and I would obediently listen.

This was a habit I couldn't give up. I craved her love too much, so I never dared to go against her wishes.

But this time, I really didn't want to cater to her anymore, but my throat seemed to be blocked by something, and I couldn't say a word.

Seeing me silent, Mom asked continuously:

"Was flipping the table because of you? Was smashing the room because of you?"

"Was flipping the table because of you? Was smashing the room because of you?"

In the empty studio, only Mom's resonant interrogation rang in my ears word by word.

Even if the tone was flat, it was like big stones smashing on my head. I felt I could hardly breathe.

The second time she asked, I couldn't hold it anymore and had to whisper: "It was because of me."

At this time, the real-time voting climbed instantly, reaching 80%.

Mom and Justin smiled at each other.

The discussion in the comments became more and more heated.

"Seems this daughter indeed has problems. Has violent tendencies since childhood. Might commit domestic violence in the future."

"Looking at her face, she's not an honest person. Look at what she's wearing, showing arms and legs."

"Such a girl will probably have a hard time finding a husband in the future. Who dares to marry such a woman?"

"Just a family disruptor! Exchanging for an ice cream is overrating her."

Votes continued to climb, and the comments were all criticism and even abuse of me.

My heart fell into an ice cave.

Just when Mom and Justin were triumphant, thinking everything was under control.

The mechanical sound on the scene sounded again: "Now exchange, will extract memories related to Emily."

"Emily?"

"Is it the Emily I'm thinking of? The one with the name meaning 'Bring a Brother'?"

The comments rolled and repeated this name that accompanied me for twenty-five years. Every word rolling revealed shock and doubt.

Mom and Justin also realized something was wrong, and their faces suddenly became poor.

"I initiated the transaction. Why extract her memories?"

The voting also changed, and the approval ratio was slowly decreasing.