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"Every move you make is under my surveillance. When you bought gasoline, I already knew what you were planning. Otherwise, do you think you could come and go freely with so many bodyguards from the Shen Family around?"
"So I reported it to the police in advance and sent Weiwei to a safe place. I didn't even return to the villa to rest that night." Dad looked at her with a cold smile. "Stop resisting; you and your daughter deserve what’s coming."
Aunt Ma was quickly taken away, along with Zhaodi. They were sentenced and imprisoned, facing multiple charges. Mom and Dad took to chanting scriptures at the temple. They prayed daily, hoping for my awakening, donating large sums of money for incense offerings.
Two years later, I seemed to be able to hear the sounds in the hospital room. I heard them leaning together, going through all the family albums, looking at my childhood photos—me learning to sit, learning to walk, starting school, smiling, crying. They talked about funny stories from my childhood, and their stiff, hollow faces finally showed a hint of vitality.
But soon after, they hung their heads again, their faces filled with guilt and pain. "Honey, our Weiwei must hate us so much," Dad asked blankly. "We made her suffer so much."
"Weiwei, when will you stop blaming Mom and Dad? Just wake up and come back to see us, okay?" Mom held my hand tightly, tears streaming down her face as she choked on her words.
But no one expected that the next day I really did wake up. Mom and Dad held me tightly, crying tears of joy while my mind was still in a haze. Once a spirited and handsome dad...
the thought makes me feel like I am the worst person in the world. I can't bear it. I would rather face any punishment than let you suffer like that."
Tears streamed down my face as I listened to him. I wanted to tell him that it wasn't his fault, that he had done everything he could to protect me, but the words caught in my throat.
He continued, "I know I can't change what happened, but I hope that by taking responsibility for my actions, I can somehow make it right."
In that moment, I realized that he was not just my father; he was a man who was willing to sacrifice everything for his daughter.
As the days passed, I visited him regularly. Each time, he seemed more at peace with himself. He would share stories about his life before everything happened, and slowly, the weight of the past began to lift from my shoulders.
I learned to forgive—not just him, but also myself. The memories of pain and suffering faded, replaced by a newfound strength and resilience.
Eventually, he was released from prison after serving his sentence. We embraced tightly, both of us understanding that we had been through a storm together and emerged stronger on the other side.
From that day forward, we promised to support each other no matter what challenges lay ahead. Together, we began to rebuild our lives, one step at a time.
Yet I was showing concern for the murderer, tormented without a moment's peace, never having slept a full night.
"My father does not regret taking revenge on Wu Zhaodi, but he only wants to ask if he can be guilt-free. When my father gets out of prison, can we truly put our grievances behind us, father and daughter?"
My mother held me in her arms, comforting me, and I nodded through my tears.
Later, I went to the prison to take a look at Wu Zhaodi. Her face was completely disfigured, gaunt and emitting an unpleasant odor. I couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.
"Wu Zhaodi, did you ever think it would come to this when you treated me that way back then?"
"Are you still so arrogant now?"
"I gave you chances when I explained things to you time and again. But you were too greedy, too eager to replace me."
Her expression seemed pained by my words as she muttered crazily, "I am the Shen Family Heiress. It is I."
"Don't hit me, don't hit me."
"Go die, go die."
I glanced at her calmly before turning to leave.
Later, I heard that one of her sisters was locked up with her. For years, she had been bullied in prison, never experiencing a single day of peace.
That day when I left, the weather was unexpectedly clear. The sunlight fell on my face, and I smiled through my tears. It felt like a rebirth.
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