She left her family

Chapter 4 fainting

"Hmph! Mom's so mean! Fresh out of the mental hospital, she's already arguing with Dad, Grandma, Aunt, and Aunt Sally.

I don't want a psychopathic mom!"

Susanna William's shrill voice rang out again, her once lovely face filled with hatred.

She stamped her foot and roared furiously at Lucy Morano.

Lucy Morano felt as if a bullet had struck her heart, the pain so intense it was almost impossible to breathe.

She stared at her daughter, her lips trembling, but she couldn't utter a single word in her defense.

The little girl who once relied so deeply on her, who had affectionately called her "Mom," had now been completely brainwashed by William Frye and his family, viewing her as a scourge.

"Susanna, how can you say that about Mom..."

Lucy Morano's voice was as weak as a candle in the wind.

Her body was shaky, barely supported by the last shred of her devotion to her daughter. "Lucy Morano, look at how you've frightened Susanna!"

Martha Parisi seized the opportunity to lash out again, a triumphant air on her face. "You'd better leave now! Don't let this dampen everyone's spirits."

Lucy Morano slowly turned around, using her remaining strength to survey her former home.

Every corner of this place had once been filled with the laughter and joy of her and her daughter.

But now, everything had changed.

She gave Susanna William a deep look, as if trying to imprint her daughter's current appearance on her mind.

Then, with heavy, unsteady steps, she headed for the door.

"Lucy Morano, don't come back! You're not welcome in our house!"

Sunny Frye's shrill voice echoed behind her, but Lucy Morano seemed oblivious.

She simply clung tightly to the doll her daughter had disliked, as if it were her only support in the world. Walking out of the manor, the snow outside became more and more violent. The strong wind carried the snowflakes and whipped Lucy Morano's body wantonly.

She felt like a fallen leaf in the icy snow, lonely and helpless.

Lucy Morano walked aimlessly, tears streaming down her cheeks, quickly forming ice.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Lucy Morano felt her vision go black, and her body fell uncontrollably, landing heavily in the snow.

The snow quickly buried her body, and her consciousness gradually faded.

In her final moments, her mind was filled with the image of her daughter's once-loving smile.

When Lucy Morano regained consciousness, she found herself lying on the large bed in the master bedroom.

The familiar yet unfamiliar surroundings instantly sobered her.

She propped her elbows on the sheets and slowly sat up, only to see Marinette approaching with a bowl of steaming hot soup. "Ms. Lucy Morano, you're finally awake. How are you feeling?"

"How... did I end up sleeping here?"

Lucy Morano looked at Marinette blankly.

She remembered only that she had returned home, overflowing with joy, to celebrate her daughter's birthday, only to be met with her husband's betrayal, her daughter's estrangement, and the verbal a***e of William Frye's mother and sister.

Finally, she collapsed in despair in the snow.

"Ms. Lucy Morano, you fainted at your doorstep yesterday, and it was your husband who carried you back to your room."

After hearing Marinette's words, Lucy Morano felt a wave of disgust and irony.

Isn't he only interested in his first love, Celie Breen?

How could he even care about her life or death?

He was the one who had sent her to mental illness.

He was the one who was now having an affair with Celie Breen.

His hypocritical face was truly disgusting!

"Ms. Lucy Morano, you suddenly fainted yesterday. Your husband was extremely worried and immediately called the doctor to examine you.

The doctor said you've been overworked over the past year, and your health is severely weakened. You need proper care.

Your husband has instructed us to make you some nourishing soups to help you recover quickly."

Marinette rambled on, her eyes filled with concern for Lucy Morano.

Lucy Morano twitched her lips into a bitter smile, but didn't respond.

She couldn't believe that the man who had committed her to a mental hospital and separated her from her daughter for a year could be so concerned about her now.

To her, all this seemed like a hypocritical act. But seeing Marinette's concern for her, she reached out to take the hot soup and said gratefully, "Marinette, thank you!"

"Ms. Lucy Morano, please don't be so polite. This is my duty. Please rest. I'll be busy now."

Marinette spoke gently and turned to walk towards the door.

Lucy Morano suddenly remembered something, her brows furrowed slightly, and she hurriedly called out, "Wait a moment, Marinette."

"Ms. Lucy Morano, if you have any questions, please let me know." Marinette turned around.

Lucy Morano pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Where's Susanna? Is she home now?"

"Ms. Lucy Morano, you forgot, today is Monday. Mr. William sent Susanna to kindergarten early this morning."

Lucy Morano replied softly, a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

She had hoped to see her daughter immediately upon waking, even if it was just a glimpse from afar, but reality once again disappointed her.

Marinette, noticing that Ms. Lucy Morano didn't ask any more questions, turned and left the room.

After she left, Lucy Morano was left alone.

The quiet atmosphere brought back memories of yesterday's events.

Although her daughter's indifference chilled her heart, what could a five-year-old child understand?

In the end, she attributed it all to her lack of companionship over the past year, which had caused a rift between them.

She believed that with a little more time and more time to care for her daughter, they would be as close as before.

After coming to her senses, Lucy Morano finished off her bowl of hot soup and felt a little warmer and more energetic. She slowly stood up, first brushing her teeth and washing up in the bathroom, then finding her daughter's favorite warm apricot dress from the closet and putting it on.

After all, she had carried her daughter for ten months and finally given birth.

How could she give up on her so easily?

Lucy Morano came downstairs. William Frye's mother and sister were watching a TV show in the living room.

Seeing her coming down, both mother and daughter started to quip.

"Hey, isn't that my lazy Lucy Morano?

I wonder what my brother was thinking back then? He'd give up on a woman as diligent, gentle, and considerate as Sister Sally, and instead marry someone who only knew how to cry and cause trouble."

Sunny Frye's face was filled with disdain, and she looked Lucy Morano up and down as if she were a disgusting object. Martha Parisi snorted, leaning back on the sofa, and echoed sarcastically:

"Now you've spent a year in a mental hospital, and now you're back trying to take over my life. Don't you think you're anything more than a jerk?"

Lucy Morano clutched the hem of her skirt, her nails digging into her palms, trying to calm herself through the pain.

After giving birth, her parents died one after another, and the attitudes of Martha Parisi and Sunny Frye, mother and daughter, changed dramatically.

And William Frye began to surround himself with other women.

She then suffered from severe postpartum depression. She had the potential to pursue her own career, but she sacrificed it for this family.

She took a deep breath and said slowly:

"I don't want to argue with you. I came back only for Susanna.

Don't forget, I'm her biological mother. That's an unchangeable fact."