My Parents Neglected Me Until I Died Novel by yueji

When I arrived at the prison, Mike was visibly startled to see me.

Regaining his composure, he sneered, “Isn’t this our esteemed campus beauty? How did you end up like this?”

Back in school, Mike had also pursued me, but he lacked Tom’s persistence. After I rejected him, he quickly gave up, though he didn’t hesitate to create trouble for me.

Fortunately, such people are the easiest to deal with.

I coldly replied, “I don’t see that you’re truly devoted to Betty and her daughter.”

“Don’t understand what you’re saying? Even though you pretended to be noble when you were with me, I didn’t get to play with you. But your daughter’s charms were quite nice.”

My eyelids jumped in shock. Despite preparing myself mentally beforehand, I felt an overwhelming urge to stab this beast!

Struggling to maintain my composure, I pulled out my phone and showed Mike a video.

In the video, Betty was blissfully selecting a wedding dress and picking out a diamond ring with Tom.

Tom smiled indulgently, “Now you’ve finally put Mike behind you, haven’t you?”

“Oh, I’ve told you countless times, I have nothing to do with that person. Mike was just a dog to me. I only treated him like a buddy out of pity.”

Julie also made her stance clear, saying, “Tom is my real dad. Julie is not the daughter of a murderer!”Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Watching Mike’s trembling form, I sneered, “This is footage from a private investigator. This is the woman and daughter you so desperately protect. They don’t even acknowledge your existence.”

“You’re lying!You think a couple of edited videos will convince me to join you in framing Betty and her daughter? That’s just a dream!”

“Don’t rush. There’s more.”

I showed Mike another video, this time of Julie bathing while Tom leered, his expression lecherous.

Although the scene seemed outrageous, given that Mike could target my eight–year–old daughter, deceiving him was not difficult.

Sure enough, seeing his daughter being ogled by another man, Mike lost his composure, banging desperately on the glass.

“What is he trying to do? Where’s Betty?”

“Betty only cares about her own interests. She doesn’t give a damn about Julie. She and Tom will have their own child, while your daughter will suffer everything Monica had suffered after you’re gone.”

“Don’t you realize yet? Betty has always been using you and Julie. Perhaps this is your retribution.”

As I finished speaking, the call time ended.

Mike, snarling with rage behind the glass, was forcibly restrained by the guards.

I couldn’t hear what he said next. After leaving the prison, Tom’s car was parked outside.

“Jessica, I’ve done as you asked. I helped you guide Betty into making those videos to atone for her actions towards you and Monica. Can we reconcile?”

“Don’t make it sound so noble. You only regret it now because you realized Betty had been deceiving you from the start. You’re just getting back at her with me.”

Tom’s face darkened at my dismantling.

“So you refuse to remarry me? With your terminal illness, who else would care about you?”

“Even if you miraculously recovered, who would want a divorced woman with children who uses such despicable methods to entrap her own husband?!”

I ignored Tom, this pitiful and pathetic man, and looked up at the sky.

By then, the night had deepened, with stars twinkling above.

I don’t know which star was my Monica. I though tit would be nice to be by her side when I die.