In the End of the World, I will Hold My Child and Watch You Die

I thought that after the police came, I would have a peaceful time.

Unexpectedly, it was only a matter of time before the owners' group bombarded with messages while I was trying to calm the two children to sleep.

The couple directly posted the medical records in the group.

They also posted the video of me holding a kitchen knife and the police coming to negotiate in the owners' group.

[To all the people in the help group, I can honestly say that I have never done anything wrong in my life, but I have encountered such bad neighbors]

[My wife has always been in poor health, and we don't have enough money to sell the house and buy another one]

[The children of this family run, jump, and scream upstairs every day. My wife hasn't had a good night's sleep for three days]

As soon as a few words came out, many homeowners immediately expressed their anger, saying that people like me were simply lowering the property prices in the community.

Many people even came forward to expose our house number and wanted to kick me and my two children out of the community.

The couple just answered the roll call, pretending to leave me some privacy. However, privately, they quietly changed their remarks to building-unit-door number.

I couldn't stand it anymore and retorted.

[You should have some reason when you say that my child makes noise. I have shown you that we have thick carpets at home, but you just don't believe it]

Unexpectedly, instead of supporting me, this statement became an outlet for the people in the homeowners' group. Everyone has already prejudged me as a bad person.

They simply didn't believe a single word I said.

[Oh, the person involved can't remain calm]

[How about taking a video to show how thick the carpet is?]

[If they didn't make any noise, why would they come to you?]

[Agree, at least the couple's cases have been posted, she just made up the carpet out of thin air, lmao]

[Please stop talking, what if the child grows up to be a prisoner and comes to revenge us, what should we do at that time?]

I was trembling with the increasingly outrageous words, so I immediately found the video I had taken before, which showed that the whole house was covered with carpets, and sent it to the group.

I didn't expect the video to show a red exclamation mark directly.

I was kicked out of the group.

Even if I was angry, I couldn't reach the person on the other side of the internet, so I could only comfort myself by saying that out of sight, out of mind.

I didn't expect that the next morning, when I was about to go out to buy groceries, the door couldn't be opened.

While I was twisting the doorknob and pushing hard, there was a tearing sound, and a strong stench hit me.

It turned out that the door was sprayed with a thick layer of red paint by someone, and a lot of unknown solid and liquid mixture was poured on it.

I had no choice but to call the property management to send someone to clean it up, and while there was no one at the door, I quickly sent the two children to kindergarten.

It's only June, but the high temperature of nearly 40 degrees made me feel dizzy just buying groceries.

Just as I was about to go home to avoid the heat, the kindergarten teacher called. It turned out that the two children had just arrived and started fighting with the other children in the kindergarten.

The teacher hinted on the phone that maybe the two children should rest at home for a few days.

I didn't understand at first, until Bella ran towards me, tears streaming down her face.

"Mom, they all said that Matthew and I are naughty kids and they won't play with us anymore."

The teacher smiled awkwardly and handed me the phone to let me see.

So last night, a nosy neighbor posted the chat records of the homeowners' group online, immediately attracting a lot of criticism.

In less than two hours, photos of me and the two children's daily life were exposed.

"Yvonne, I know you're not like that, but in the end, it's Matthew and Bella who are hurt the most by public opinion. Let's go back and rest for a few days and wait for the storm to pass."

I nodded, thanked the teacher, and took the two children home.

As soon as I entered the house, the booming disco music came from the bedroom.

The two children covered their ears in pain and squatted down.

"Mom, my heart feels uncomfortable."

I asked them to go outside first, closed the door, and then entered the house to find where was the sound from.

Until then, in the center of the bedroom, the music coming from the floor made me tremble as well.

It's that couple again.

When I had a splitting headache, I suddenly thought of the underground garage downstairs.

At that time, there happened to be an independent garage in the northwest corner of this community that the developer originally planned to use for himself.

But due to a funding interruption, it was mortgaged to the construction team as part of the project payment.

When my husband, Walter Young, heard about it, he secretly bought it from the construction team at a high price and transformed it into his usual workspace and warehouse.

Thinking that this room couldn't accommodate anyone, I quickly grabbed some things and went out to tell the two children.

"Hey kids, Mom will take you to a fun place."