My mother stammered, unable to reply.
"He's still her father, for goodness' sake. What's wrong with paying him back a bit?"
My uncle slammed his fist on the table.
"Two hundred thousand is one thing, but Cersei was right—you and Harver are determined to drive your daughter to her death."
My mother ignored my uncle's words and refused to leave.
"I don't care. If she won't give me the money, I'll die right here. Let them talk behind her back."
"I wish you'd die already."
She lunged forward and slapped me so hard I lost my hearing for a moment.
"How dare you wish me dead!"
Another kick to my stomach sent me tumbling from the wheelchair. Pain surged through me as blood gushed from my mouth and nose.
My uncle quickly pulled her away and carried me to the hospital.
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