My Parents Neglected Me Until I Died Novel by yueji

After the major incident was exposed, the online reaction was overwhelmingly positive, with many commenting that it was a case of karmic retribution.

Patients I had once treated and my colleagues went to my grave as soon as they heard the news, paying their respects and sharing this “good news” with me.

In the throng of people, the Dean stood at the forefront, holding the hand of a little girl who looked about six or seven years old.

“Judith, before you passed, you entrusted me with your remaining ten thousand dollars to support impoverished students through the hospital’s channels. Look, this is the girl who benefited from your generosity.”

Though her clothes were simple, the little girl was remarkably clean, her timid eyes mirroring those of my own childhood.

Under Dean Chen’s watchful gaze, she slowly approached my gravestone and kissed the photo on it.

“Sister, I’ve recently learned a new nursery rhyme at kindergarten. May I sing it for you?”

In the serene atmosphere where no one spoke, the girl’s sweet voice filled the air.

“Hey, Judy, don’t make it bad, the dark sky is low, but the bright stars stay with you as we keep you company while you sleep…”

I remembered the original song wasn’t sung like this, so the little girl must have altered the lyrics specifically for me.

A life without favoritism is like a dark, oppressive night–abandoned, bullied, betrayed, and used…

But I had forgotten that even in the darkness, I wasn’t bound by it. Bright and warm stars surrounded the night, just like the people gathered here.

So what if I wasn’t loved by my parents? Let go of those minor grievances, for once I was a bright and radiant person.

As the girl’s song filled the air, I felt my spirit becoming lighter and lighter.

I knew it was time to go.

If there is an afterlife, I will definitely live happily, with my heart facing the sunshine and fearless of wind and rain.

– End –

Book 2: Our Child Was Kidnapped, Yet He Saved His Lover’s Child

While I was on a business trip, I received the shocking news that my daughter had been kidnapped. Just as I was about to pay the ransom, my husband Tom Delfino called.

“Monica’s been kidnapped! Give me all the money you have so I can save her!”

I hurriedly transferred all the money to Tom. But after getting off the plane, I received another call from the kidnappers: “You didn’t pay the ransom. Get ready to collect the body!”

I was stunned. Didn’t Tom use the money to rescue Monica?

At the same time, my husband’s friend Betty, updated her social media and tagged him.

“Julie is safe, thanks to you.”

The photo showed Tom carrying Betty’s daughter in one arm and embracing Betty tightly as they emerged from the abandoned factory, appearing heroic.

Devastated, I called him: “Tom, why did you use Monica’s ransom money to save someone else’s daughter?

“I’m sorry. It was actually Julie who was kidnapped. I couldn’t just leave them, so I lied to you to get the money.

“Betty and her daughter are in shock. They’re not doing well. I need to stay with them. We’ll talk later.”

Tom hung up before I could tell him that our daughter had also been kidnapped.

Moreover, I was suffering from a terminal illness. Tom would never see either of us again.