"Jiabao, why are you out buying groceries again? Where's your mother?"

The nosy old neighbor lady had already asked me several times.

Previously, I would always make up some excuse to brush her off. This time, I was a bit impatient: "She's sick and needs to rest."

"I thought I heard something a few days ago... child, is your mother alright?"

The old lady looked concerned.

What's it to do with her?

I threw her a dirty look and turned to leave.

"Jiabao, your face looks dark. Did you encounter something unclean?"

The old lady's husband, Grandpa Zhao, grabbed me.

You're the unclean thing!

Nosey old man.

I angrily shook off his hand, but when I met his deep gaze, I suddenly felt a bit scared for some reason.

Lately, whenever I went out to buy groceries, his eyes always seemed to like staring at me.

Normally, he looked kind and amiable, but his eyes were like a hawk's, radiating authority without anger.

I felt guilty and hurried back home.

As soon as I opened the door, I heard my mom moaning from the bed: "So dirty, Jiabao, quickly change my sheets..."

The moment I opened the door, a strong stench hit my nose, and my anger instantly flared.

It's only been a little over ten days since her fall, and this is already the third time she's soiled the bed.

"Are you doing this on purpose? I just changed the sheets, and you've soiled them again!"

I yanked off the blanket and threw it on the floor.

"Jiabao, please cover me with the blanket..."

Her tone was pleading, her eyes pitiful.

This old woman is really disgusting.

I turned away in disgust: "If it's going to get dirty again, leave it uncovered!"

The stench was unbearable; I didn't want to stay a moment longer. I hurried out.

"Sob... sob..."

The sound of my mom crying came from the room.

"Jiabao, you can't treat me like this. I'm your mother who gave birth to and raised you. Please, call the hospital..."

This time, I didn't even struggle with my thoughts. In fact, I inwardly laughed at this stupid old woman for not having any medical knowledge.

You're paralyzed. Even if Hua Tuo himself were here, he couldn't cure you. And you still want to go to the hospital?

"Sob... sob... sob..."

My mom's crying continued intermittently all the way into the night.

It kept me awake, so I plugged my ears with headphones.

In the later part of the night, I was finally about to fall asleep. Just as I removed the headphones, I heard a knocking on the door.

When I opened it, I saw the old neighbor lady standing at the door.

"Jiabao, what's going on? I keep hearing someone crying from your home."

I remained calm: "My mom fell and it's a bit painful. Don't worry, grandma, I've already applied some ointment for her."

Why didn't Tang Xiaoxiao have nosy people around her?

Back when Mom abused Xiaoxiao, all the neighbors played deaf and blind.

In this world, is Xiaoxiao unworthy?

After the old lady left,

I went to see my mom.

"Jiabao, what's wrong with you? Sob... Mom is hurt, and you don't feel sorry at all; why are you treating me like this?"

As soon as she saw me, she started crying.

What's there to cry about?

Does she have it worse than Tang Xiaoxiao?

With red eyes, I gritted my teeth: "Your crying is so loud, you seem very energetic. It's bad if you disturb the neighbors. From now on, you'll eat less."

Three meals a day. Breakfast is too much trouble, so a few days ago, I reduced it to two.

From now on, my dear mother will only get one meal a day.

The effect of reducing her meals was immediate.

I'm really smart; ever since I cut back on her food, she's become very obedient.

And I particularly enjoyed how pitiful she looked begging me for food.

She became even more gentle than usual.

"Jiabao, good child, Mom is really hungry. Please give Mom half a bun."

The corners of my mouth lifted slightly, and my tone was very gentle: "If you eat less, you won't have the energy to disturb others. Be good, eat less."

One day, I went out to buy groceries again. When I came back, I found an ambulance parked in front of our door.

Upon asking, I found out it was a kind neighbor who had called the hospital.

But it was a wasted effort.

I had no money, and the hospital only gave my mom an intravenous drip for the night as a token gesture before telling me to take her back home.

"I don't want to go back with this little demon. He's abusing me!"

At her age, how can she not understand her situation?

She only has me. If she doesn't follow me back, who will take care of her?

Eventually, to get rid of the trouble, the hospital even used an ambulance to send her home.

In the evening, my mom was lying on the bed waiting for me to bring her food.

I took a needle and thread to the bedside and looked at her grimly.

"W-what do you want to do..."

My mom instinctively used her hand to cover her mouth.

She guessed right.

Her mouth was too annoying, so I decided to sew it shut.