My Parents Neglected Me Until I Died Novel by yueji

The will detailed the mistreatment and injustices I had endured over the years.

Before I died, I had asked the director to give the will to my family if they still held any affection for me.

If not, to make it public, hoping to awaken other girls who, like me, still harbored illusions about their birth families.

The director had offered them a chance.

Unfortunately, they failed to seize it.

The public uproar flared up once more.

Additionally, more people came forward to defend me.

“I am Judith’s university professor. Her academic performance was always top of the class. Her entry into the city hospital was through a rigorous selection process; there was no underhanded manipulation. To say otherwise is a desecration of her and the director!”

“Matt, you’re nothing but a pathetic ex–boyfriend. After five years of being roommates, I know your character all too well. You were the one who damaged the lab equipment. Judith suffered through hard times to help you pay off your debts, and you’ve forgotten all of that, haven’t you? Then you turned around and hooked up with her sister. You’re a disgrace among men!”

“And Dr. Judith’s mother, stop pretending. Do you remember how you demanded Judith’s salary card from the hospital with that small red book? Did you know that Judith was waiting to use that money for her treatment?”

Amid the multitude of messages, one anonymous post quickly gained popularity.

“I am an employee of Judith’s father’s company. Her father, Jack Smith, is a minor steel company owner in this city. The disturbance arose because of financial problems in the company.”Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

“At first, he planned to introduce Dr. Judith to a wealthy CEO, but something went awry, leading to the current situation.

“Honestly, this person is utterly unscrupulous. He has long overdue employee wages. Once, an elderly employee, driven to desperation, stormed into the office with a knife to demand his pay. Only Mrs. Smith was present that day. In a moment of danger, Dr. Judith bravely stepped in front of Mrs. Smith to shield her from the blade.

“With a daughter like that, I truly don’t understand why they don’t cherish her at all. But thinking about their actions, it’s clear- they probably have no conscience.”

Yes, I remember this incident–it occurred three months after my mother demanded the salary card. After her failed attempt, she hadn’t contacted me during that time.

After three months of treatment with unsatisfactory results, my days were numbered. In my final days, with the strength I had left, I decided to visit her and Dad one last time, bringing some food to the company.

Unfortunately, I arrived just as the elderly employee attacked, and in a critical moment, I stepped forward without hesitation to shield my mother.

Yet, after I was injured, she only cared about her younger daughter, who had hidden behind her, and completely ignored my condition.

As a result, my severe injuries accelerated the worsening of my condition and hastened my death.

When I woke up from the hospital bed, I called her, humbly hoping she would come see me.

But what did she say?

“Judith, you’re a doctor yourself. You know how to care for your injuries better than I do. But Jenny is different; she was greatly shocked and has had nightmares for two days. She needs me.

“And don’t contact me for now. Just hearing your voice makes Jenny remember that incident.”

I gripped my phone, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

“Fine, Mom. From now on, you will never receive another call from me…”

At that moment, my mother must have recalled the incident and began frantically searching through old call records.

But her private messages exploded with notifications.

“Damn it, I’m always getting duped and never learning my lesson! This family can go to hell!”

“I must have been blind to defend such a heartless woman. She drained her own daughter dry, leaving nothing but bones!”

“How can there be such a mother? She should be thrown in jail and spend the rest of her life in repentance!”

Unable to endure the online abuse or for some other reason, my mother suddenly broke down, clutching her hair and screaming.

“How could I have said such cruel things to her, ah!!!”

In the next moment, she slumped over and fainted.

Dad and Matt hurriedly carried her into the bedroom.

Meanwhile, her most beloved daughter looked at her with eyes that once again gleamed with calculation.