She left her family

Chapter 5 Being deceived

"So what if it's your biological mother?" Sunny Frye stood up suddenly, hands on her hips. "You've ignored Susanna this past year, and Sister Sally treats Susanna like her own child.

Susanna is closer to her now than to you, her mother."

The mother and daughter were doing everything they could to push Lucy Morano into a desperate situation, just like they had done a few years ago after she gave birth.

She had just given birth and was already in poor health.

William Frye was either working overtime or out socializing, coming home late every day. William Frye's mother and sister not only ignored her but also frequently mocked her.

When her child cried in the middle of the night, Lucy Morano weakly rose to comfort him, only to be met with impatient complaints from Martha Parisi outside the door: "You're such a hassle! You can't even take care of a child."

Sunny Frye added fuel to the fire: "Lucy Morano, if you can't take care of this child, then stop forcing yourself to do it. Don't keep everyone awake."

She endured this in silence for years, ultimately developing depression.

Even when she was ill, she received no sympathy from her family. Instead, William Frye committed her to a mental hospital for a full year.

During that year, she broke down countless times, her tears nearly running dry.

She missed her daughter, Susanna William, day and night, and relied on imagining her daughter in her mind to barely get through those dark days.

Now, Lucy Morano, staring at the sarcastic mother and daughter before her, no longer held back and angrily attacked them:

"My past forbearance doesn't give you a reason to trample on me! In this family, I gave everything for Susanna William, carrying her for ten months and enduring the pain of childbirth. How could Sally even compare to that?

You locked me up in a mental hospital, depriving me of the right to be with our daughter. Now you're twisting the truth, accusing me of neglecting Susanna. Don't you feel guilty?"

Martha Parisi's face darkened, and she was about to retort.

Lucy Morano didn't give her a chance and continued, "I admit, I regret not being with Susanna this year. But from now on, I'll make up for lost time.

Don't think you can satisfy Susanna's inner longing for maternal love with material things. What she really needs is a mother's embrace and a mother's kiss. Can you give her that?"

Sunny Frye stamped her foot in anger and shouted, "Stop being so pretentious. What do you have now? No money, no job. How can you give Susanna a good life?

Don't "You're just daydreaming, trying to snatch Susanna from Sister Sally!"

Lucy Morano straightened her back, her eyes determined. "I have my hands, I can fight. Even if the whole world thinks I can't do it, I won't give up on my daughter.

Just wait and see. I'll definitely bring Susanna back to me and let her know who loves her most in this world."

"Lucy Morano, that's a nice thing to say. From today on, the responsibility of picking up the child will be yours."

Martha Parisi had a sneer of mockery on her face, a calculating glint in her eyes.

She thought, considering Lucy Morano's current state, it won't be long before she'll be timid about picking up the child.

Then let's see how she can still boast.

Lucy Morano was slightly startled. She hadn't expected Martha Parisi to act so suddenly. But soon, a fighting spirit ignited in her eyes, and she nodded without hesitation:

"Okay, from today on, I'll be responsible for picking up Susanna."

She saw this as a rare opportunity to spend more time with her daughter.

She remembered how on her birthday last year, mother and daughter went to the bakery together, and Susanna made her a birthday cake.

They were so close back then.

Perhaps this could slowly mend their fractured relationship.

Sunny Frye scoffed as if she had heard something ridiculous.

"Lucy Morano, don't let a situation arise where you can't even get into the kindergarten and have my brother come to your rescue. That would be so embarrassing."

Lucy Morano ignored her sister's sarcasm and went back to her room to get her car keys, ready to drive to pick up her daughter from kindergarten.

All the way there, her mind replayed Susanna William's first day of kindergarten. At that moment, Susanna William clutched Lucy Morano's hand tightly, her small body trembling slightly with nervousness, her eyes filled with fear of the unknown.

Lucy Morano knelt down, looked at her daughter tenderly, and whispered soothingly,

"Honey, there are so many fun toys at the kindergarten, and there are children to play games with. Mommy will pick you up this afternoon."

Susanna William nodded, half understanding, but she still held Lucy Morano's clothes tightly.

The car arrived at the kindergarten's gate, still some time before dismissal.

Lucy Morano got out and stood in the cold wind, her eyes fixed on the kindergarten gate.

She saw children's drawings posted on the bulletin board at the kindergarten entrance. One of the drawings showed a little girl holding hands with her parents, her face beaming with happiness.

Lucy Morano's eyes fixed on the drawing, and a pang of pain pierced her heart. She wished so much that the scene in the painting could become reality, that she and her daughter could be close once again.

Finally, the school bell rang, and the children filed out of the school gate.

She waited for a long time, but all the kindergarteners had left, and Susanna William still hadn't appeared.

Lucy Morano began to panic. She pulled out her cell phone and called William Frye, but no one answered.

Finally, a teacher recognized her, came forward, and greeted her.

"Are you Susanna William's mother?"

The teacher wore a professional smile, but within it lay a hint of complexity.

Lucy Morano nodded quickly and asked anxiously, "Hello, teacher. Why hasn't my daughter, Susanna William, come out yet? I called her father, but no one answered."

The teacher frowned slightly, a puzzled look on her face. She softly replied, "Susanna only attended our kindergarten for one semester and transferred last year. Didn't you know?"

Lucy Morano froze in place as if struck by lightning, her mind blank.

"Transfer? You said Susanna transferred?"

Her voice trembled with disbelief, her eyes wide as she stared at the teacher, as if searching his face for evidence that this was all a prank. A glint of sympathy flashed in the teacher's eyes as she softly explained:

"Yes, the transfer paperwork was done about six months ago. I remember the child's father and a young woman came to the kindergarten to handle it.

We thought it was quite sudden, but since the parents had made the arrangements, we had no choice but to cooperate."

Lucy Morano knew without hesitation that the "young woman" the teacher was referring to was Sally Breen.

She suppressed the shock, anger, and grief surging within her and spoke with difficulty:

"Do you remember which kindergarten they said they were transferring Susanna to? Or did you leave any contact information for the new kindergarten?"

Her voice trembled, almost pleading.