
My Mom Sold Me To A Cripple
Chapter 3
I turned to leave after I was done talking.
However, I could hear Rosemary yelling at me from behind, “You wretched girl!
“I don’t give a damn if you have to sell your body or a kidney. Get the money by today. No excuses!”
When I walked out of the hospital, the wind was bitterly cold.
I did not go to work or a friend’s house. Instead, I returned to that house.
While they were all at the hospital, no one was home.
I stepped over the mess in the living room and went straight to my bedroom.
The moment I pushed the door open, I froze.
My bed was gone. In its place stood a massive gaming chair and a set of expensive computer equipment.
The walls were plastered with gaming posters, while the floor was piled with Jasper’s dirty clothes and smelly socks.
Several empty beer bottles sat on a pile of my books in the corner. My treasured figurines were also being used as Jasper’s ashtrays.
My room had been converted into Jasper’s gaming room!
I rushed to the wardrobe and yanked it open. It was empty.
All my clothes, bags, and skincare products were gone.
Finally, I saw several black trash bags beside the bin on the balcony.
They contained all my clothes. Some had been cut to shreds, while others had been splattered with paint.
A picture frame with a portrait of my late father lay on top.
The glass was shattered, and the frame was broken. My father’s kind, smiling face had been scratched up.
Worst of all, it was covered in thick globs of spit.
I knelt on the floor and wiped away all the filth with my trembling hands. I then clutched the funeral portrait to my chest as I sobbed uncontrollably.
How could Jasper do this?
This was his father too.
Even on his deathbed, Dad was still thinking of them. His final words were for me to take good care of him and Mom.
They were truly heartless!
Shards of glass pierced my fingers and made me bleed, but I did not feel any pain.
Instead, I felt a bone-deep chill.
“Dad...”
I dried my tears and carefully wiped the portrait clean before placing it in my bag.
Sorry, Dad. I could not keep the promise I made to you.
People like them did not deserve my continued forbearance. I planned on driving them out!
I stood up and pulled out three pinhole cameras from a hidden compartment in my bag.
Stepping onto a stool, I installed the first camera in a gap in the living room’s TV box and aimed it directly at the couch.
I installed the second one under the computer desk in what had become Jasper’s game room.
As for the third, I entered Rosemary’s bedroom and mounted the camera atop the wardrobe. It was pointed straight at the bed.
After installing all of them, I took out my phone and connected to the app. The video feed was clear, and the audio was distinct.
Once this was done, I prepared to leave.
Just then, my phone vibrated with a voice message from Jasper. “Lily wants to have some brisket tonight. Get the fattiest ones you can find. Cook some chicken soup made from a hen. She needs to eat well.”
He sounded so entitled.
They were certain that I would yield as I always had and return to be their servant.
Not this time.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror and forced a smile, although it looked off-putting.
Then, I typed a brief reply, [Okay.]
After sending the message, I slipped the phone into my pocket.
‘You showed no mercy, so don’t expect any from me.
‘I’ll cook one last grand “feast” for all of you.’
...
When I came home with groceries at 7 p.m., Rosemary was waiting for me at the door.
She smiled at me and said, “Sunny, you’re home! Come in, sweetie. Let me get your slippers.”
She eagerly took the groceries from my hands as if she had not just slapped me and tried to force me into prostitution that very afternoon.
Her sudden kindness could only mean that she wanted something.
Jasper was sitting on the couch playing video games.
Meanwhile, Lily was lounging on the chaise. She was eating grapes and spitting the seeds all over the floor.
“Summer, you’re taking forever. I’m starving!”
I changed my shoes without a word and walked into the kitchen.
I remained calm as I waited for their next scheme.
Rosemary followed me.
“Sunny, let me help you with that.”
As she washed the vegetables, she kept glancing at me.
“Look... About earlier, don’t think too much of it. I was just stressed out and not myself.
“Just sign the apartment over to Jas, and everything will be fine between us again.”
Since the hard approach did not work, she was trying the soft one.
I stopped cutting the meat and softly replied, “I’ll think about it.”
“Really?
“That’s more like it! We’re family. What’s yours is ours.”
She then bustled around the kitchen and hummed a little tune to herself.
Unlike her, I was not cheerful. Instead, I felt a growing sense of dread as I observed her out of the corner of my eye.
Sure enough, while ladling some chicken soup, she secretly pulled out a small packet of white powder from her pocket. Then, she poured its contents into a bowl.
It was my bowl.
I pretended not to notice and continued cooking, but my heart sank.
She carried the bowl out and said with a smile, “Hurry up with the cooking. We’re waiting for you to eat together.”
Were they trying to poison me?
No. They were probably not that foolish.
My surveillance app vibrated in my pocket, and I unlocked my phone.
Rosemary and Jasper were on the living room couch, and they were speaking in low voices. “Mom, did you get the stuff?”
“Got it. It’s from the vet clinic, and it’s strong.”
“Is that cripple, Wallace, really paying forty-two thousand dollars?”
“He’s an engineer. He’s loaded! Once we drug her and get her to sleep with him, she’ll have no choice but to marry him.
“We’ll take some photos to keep as leverage. That’ll make sure she behaves.”
So, that was it.
They had found a crippled contractor in his fifties who was willing to pay forty-two thousand dollars to buy me as a bride.
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