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Her voice was so anxious that it was almost crazy: "Linda, please come to the hospital! As soon as you left, your mother-in-law took pills and committed suicide!"

"The body was stiff. If the nurse hadn't come to check on us, we wouldn't have noticed it! Why didn't you accompany her today? What's wrong with you?"

Faced with her repeated questioning, I hung up the phone and pressed the mute button. However, she was unwilling to give up and sent me one message after another. Those pop-up boxes made me upset, so I simply deleted her and blocked her number.

For seven years, I didn't have the opportunity to bask in the sun on the balcony so comfortably. After being imprisoned in my previous life, my life was even darker. Today, I want to make up for the lost sunshine. I closed my eyes and began to enjoy this rare lunch break.

When I woke up naturally, my phone was bombarded with all kinds of insulting and cursing text messages. The name of the hospital was high on the hot search list, and many Internet celebrities went to the hospital to live broadcast for traffic. The live broadcast was exactly the ward where my mother-in-law lived before her death.

My best friend cried in front of the camera, and her white coat was particularly dazzling. She kept saying that it was my fault and that I killed my mother-in-law. She also said that my mother-in-law could speak a long time ago, but she was afraid that I would know so she pretended to be dumb until this examination. However, all this was just her one-sided words.

Then, my bestie showed everyone the interface where she sent a message but received a red exclamation mark. After three seconds of silence and waiting for everyone to take screenshots, she played a blurry recording. The weak voice of my mother-in-law came from the recording: "My daughter-in-law ... is not a human being. She beat me, robbed me ... called me disabled, said I was a burden, and dragged down her life. I'm really tired of living."

I have never heard my mother-in-law speak, and I have no way to judge whether the recording is true or false. At the moment the playback ended, Raymond rushed to the door of the ward. In front of dozens of cameras, he knelt heavily on his knees and raised his hands to slap his face wildly. He cursed my various crimes with great pain and admitted that he had misjudged me.

With his admission, the recording instantly became credible. My vicious image seemed to be confirmed. The Internet celebrities who were broadcasting live scolded me one after another. For traffic and eyeballs, they used the most vicious words in the world.

I rushed to the scene when their anger reached its peak. On the way, I even took the time to call the police. The moment Raymond saw me, he shouted my name in anger. The next second, I was surrounded by Internet celebrities who were broadcasting live around me.

Someone pulled my hair, someone tugged at my shirt, someone broke my nails... Raymond walked up to me and slapped me hard, just like in his previous life: "You crazy beast, how dare you come here?"

I lost my balance and fell to the ground, blood slowly flowing down my skirt, staining my vision red. The onlookers turned a blind eye and rushed up to punch and kick me. I covered my head with my hands but couldn't stop curling up the corners of my lips - because I knew it would all be over soon.

When I was almost fainting from the cramps in my abdomen, the police came over. This time I was the first to attack - I had already prepared myself.