Under their condemning gaze, I embarrassingly left the room, feeling aggrieved.

Grandmother doesn't understand our family situation, but my sister clearly knows.

My brother is crazy. When he gets angry, he punches people, beating them mercilessly.

My mother only loves my brother. She applauds when we get beaten and punishes us by depriving us of food for several days.

I'm terrified of them, but I didn't hesitate to save her.

I rushed into the house, fighting my brother, yelling at my mother, and running back and forth.

How could she say such hurtful things? Speculating about me with malicious intent?

As I wiped my tears in sadness, I knocked on my mother's door.

But I understand my sister. If I had suffered such severe injuries, I wouldn't be able to stay calm either.

I am her only lifeline.

"Mom! Grandma from the village is here, saying that my sister's leg is severely injured and needs to be taken to the hospital."

"Grandma wants to talk to you! Come out quickly!"

The commotion inside stopped, and my brother shouted angrily, "Get lost! Or I'll chop off your head!"

My mother appeased him, her tone extremely gentle, and impatiently said to me, "We don't have a car, we don't have money! What's the use of coming to me?"

"They want to talk to the adults in the family, Mom, come out!"

I banged on the door loudly, and Grandma also came out of the room.

"Nier, where's your mom?"

Finally, my mother came out of the room.

"We don't have money, we don't have the means to take her to the hospital! If her leg can be treated, treat it. If not, forget it!"

"A kidnapped woman still wants me to pay? Dream on!"

Clearly, Grandma didn't expect my mother to have this kind of attitude.

With compassion, Grandma advised, "If she doesn't go to the hospital, this child's leg will be disabled. She won't be able to stand in the future. Her life will be ruined."

My mother remained resolute and impatient, while Grandma earnestly held onto her clothes, not letting her leave.

I saw my sister lying beside the bed, staring at my mother with resentment.

Suddenly, our eyes met, and she waved at me.

"Little sister, go ask the village chief to lend us a car. Say that we need to take someone to the hospital, and it's urgent!"

"But Mom said we have no money and won't go to the hospital..."

"She will go."

I didn't know why my sister was so certain, nor did I understand why she was going to the village chief's house to borrow a car instead of seeking help nearby.

But I've always been obedient.

When I returned in the village chief's car, I saw Grandma lying on the ground, blood covering her face.

My mother stood still in place, seemingly dumbfounded, but her gaze wasn't on Grandma lying on the ground. It was directed towards our room.