In Rebecca's hospital room, a couple dressed in luxurious clothing stood over her, their expressions filled with condescension.
Rebecca lay on the hospital bed, pulling the quilt tightly around her frail body in an attempt to hide her trembling.
Over the years, her family had grown increasingly cold and demanding. They often forced her to do things against her will. As a result, she felt immense pressure whenever she faced them.
She glanced timidly at the arrogant middle-aged couple and asked softly, "Dad, Mom, why are you here?"
"Do you think I want to waste my precious time with Freya to come to this hospital? It's all your fault!" The middle-aged woman, adorned with expensive jewelry and wearing an elegant dress, stepped forward, her tone dripping with disgust.
It was Bethany James
