However, at the moment she was about to grab me, my father grabbed her from behind.

I watched as my father tightly held my mother, his face shaking because he couldn't see.

I find it hard to imagine how he followed us without eyes.

But soon, my father spoke with an anxious tone mixed with a hint of blame:

"Yingying, didn't I tell you not to leave your room at night?

"Also, did you not drink the medicine your mother made for you?

"Remember, don't defy your mother, and drink the medicine every day!"

Why do I have to take medicine?

What is the purpose of this medicine?

I couldn't help but question:

"Dad, why do you want me to take that medicine?

"I already know that the medicine is made from my eyeballs. Are you asking your daughter to eat your eyeballs?"

My father's mouth closed shut, apparently not expecting me to know the truth.

I continued to press him:

"And Dad, weren't you already dead?

"Why did you appear in my house? Is my current mother really my real mother?"

My father held my mother tightly and his voice was full of anger:

"Yingying, what nonsense are you talking about? If your mother is not your real mother, then who is she?

"Drinking that medicine is for your own good. Do you know how many people your mother begged to find this secret recipe? After much difficulty, she finally found it, and yet you speak of your mother like this!"

My mother, being held by my father, struggled and joined the conversation:

"What's the use of saying so much to her? In the end, she's just an ungrateful brat!"

Listening to their conversation, I felt like laughing.

I'm sick?

I have a disease, and I don't know about it myself?

And is it even possible for someone to come up with the idea of making me eat eyeballs?

Why is my father speaking up for my mother? Could it be that he's not my real father either?

Then why is he helping me? Or is he being deceived by the fake mother?

I hurriedly spoke up: "Dad, the current mother is not the real mother. Don't let her deceive you!"

But my father didn't believe me and shouted at me:

"Stop talking! Go back to your room!

"Your mother gets angry when she sees you standing here!

"Remember, drink the medicine and don't leave your room at night."

My father didn't believe a word I said, and I felt anxious but helpless.

Suddenly, I realized that when my father was still alive, it was the same way. He believed every word my mother said.

Whatever my mother asked him to do, he would do it.

When my mother hit me, he would protect me, but he would speak up for my mother, blaming me for not listening to her.

With this realization, I suddenly felt that something was not right.

According to the rules, fathers are supposed to help me, but I can't trust what he says!

Yes!

Everything he says is fake!

I shouldn't take the medicine!

But he also said not to leave my room at night, which contradicts the rules on the paper!

Both of them tell me not to go to the attic, but isn't that contradicting each other?

What exactly is in the attic?

If the attic is really dangerous, then my mother should want me to go in, right?

Why?

Why is that?

Right! The rules say:

Mother is the most dangerous!

Mother is the most dangerous!

Mother is the most dangerous!

If mother is the most dangerous, does that mean what's inside the attic might not be that dangerous?

They don't want me to go in, could it be because the truth is hidden in the attic?

But why doesn't the rule want me to go in?

Does it not want me to know the truth?