Chapter 2: This Isn’t Your Place to Speak
Wendy barely had time to react. She raised her arm to shield herself, sharp teeth sinking into her flesh, blood instantly pouring out.
“Ah!” She cried out in pain, trying to kick it away.
At that moment, footsteps sounded outside. The dog immediately released her, but her kick still landed.
The door opened. Steven and Michael entered just in time to see the scene.
“What’s going on?!”
Queenie’s tears fell instantly. “Sister, you don’t have to like me, but please don’t hurt my little dog. He’s innocent!”
Choking back sobs, she looked at Steven. “Steven, Tommy’s vomiting blood… will he die? He’s the dog you gave me. I’m sorry… it’s all my fault, I couldn’t protect him…”
Steven’s face hardened. Shoving Wendy aside, he glared furiously. “How can you be so vicious? You even go after a dog?!”
“I didn’t-” Her defense barely began before Michael rushed forward, shoving her.
“Mom, you’re so mean! Why would you hurt Auntie Queenie’s dog?”
Stunned, Wendy looked at the son she had carried for ten months, heartbreak tearing her apart.
“Can’t you see my arm is bleeding? I was bitten by her dog!” she fought back tears. “Michael, am I worth less than a dog to you?”
“Why compare yourself to a dog? If you hadn’t provoked it, would it bite you for no reason?” Steven’s eyes were ice. “Tommy has always been gentle. He’s never bitten anyone. If you’re going to lie, at least make it believable. You’ve disappointed me too much.”
Then, turning gently to Queenie: “Let’s go to the vet. Tommy will be fine, don’t worry.”
Without sparing Wendy another glance, the three left together with the dog.
Standing in her own blood, Wendy fought collapse.
She bandaged her wound, then burned every family photo in the house. With the ashes, all her lingering hope vanished.
Afterward, she went to the hospital for a rabies shot. The rain outside grew heavier. By the time she arrived, fever blurred her head. As a doctor, she knew exactly what it meant.
After taking medicine, she sat weakly in the corridor when a message from Michael arrived:
[Mom, I’m allergic to dog hair. I feel awful. I’m at a vet clinic in the west of the city. Please bring me medicine, I’m begging you.]
The attached photo showed rashes all over his arms and face.
Her heart clenched. Ignoring her own illness, she bought the medicine and rushed out.
At the clinic, the staff said they hadn’t seen an injured dog, nor any Steven.
Frowning, she called her son. Her voice already hoarse from exhaustion: “Michael, which hospital are you at?”
“Sorry, Mom,” he answered, sounding wronged. “I panicked and said the wrong one. I’m actually at Tailwind Animal Hospital, in the east. Can you come?”
The two places were in opposite directions.
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Chapter 2: This Isn’t Your Place to Speak
Wendy closed her eyes briefly, then forced herself on: “Alright. I’m coming.”
Half an hour later, drenched and exhausted, she arrived. She even slipped in the rain, her body bruised but still protecting the medicine.
Approaching the rest room door, she heard laughter inside.
“Haha, Auntie Queenie, wasn’t I right? Just one phone call and Mom rushed here immediately. Did you see her fall in the rain? So funny! If you were my mom, you’d never be that stupid, right?”
Her face went pale. He had never been sick–it was all a setup to humiliate her.
Leaning against the wall, strength drained, she listened to her own son describe how much he hated her.
“Auntie Queenie, don’t be mad. I’ve already punished her for you.”
“Auntie Queenie, when can you be my mom instead?”
Every word was a knife in her chest. Steven’s silence cut even deeper.
Why should she endure this? Had she done anything wrong?
As a mother, she had been devoted, always putting her son first.
As a wife, she had been caring, managing the household without complaint.
Why should she swallow this humiliation?
Drawing a deep breath, she shoved open the door just as the three inside burst into laughter.
“Michael, do you think lying is funny? Is this how I raised you?” Her eyes locked onto him:
Queenie quickly interrupted, “Michael didn’t lie. He really felt sick at first. Don’t be angry–he’s just a child…”
“I am teaching my son. This isn’t your place to speak!”
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