If Possible, I Don't Want to be Your Daughter Anymore

David approached me step by step.

I desperately threw things at him, but I couldn't match his strength.

He taped my mouth shut and yanked open the curtains. "Emily, save your energy!

"Look, you called your mom for help in the middle of the night, but she didn't even turn on a light for you!

"She doesn't care about you! Your own mother doesn't care about you! What's the point of you living?"

David covered my head with a black cloth, tied my hands with a rope, and dragged me out while cursing.

"Emily, your face is so disgusting!

"You used to be prettier than Amy, but now she's about to debut! And you?

"Before you got disfigured, how much did that agency offer you? Today I get to taste what it's like to be with a star!"

The rain outside started and stopped, stopped and started again.

By the time the sun rose from the heavy clouds, David had finally pulled up his pants and thrown my dazed body into a pit.

The wet soil was thrown on me, and at first, I wanted to struggle.

But soon, someone stomped heavily on my head.

All my strength left me, and I lay in the pit, feeling as if I were sealed in cold cement.

I didn't know how many mistakes I had made in my life to die in such pain and suffocation.

I wanted to leave; there was nothing in this world worth lingering for.

But a burst of white light came at me, binding me tightly to Linda.

Linda was the vice president of the hospital and very busy every day.

But today, she, who was usually engrossed in her work, patiently and gently chatted with the person across the table.

"Amy, come closer and let me take a look."

She gently held Amy's face in her hands, carefully examining the healed wounds, and finally concluded, "You're healing well. The scar under your ear is hardly noticeable.

"It won't affect your debut next month!"

Linda spoke lovingly, pulling out a pair of gold earrings from her bag and handing them to Amy.

"I bought these as a gift for your debut. Try them on?"

Amy's face lit up with joy as she grabbed the box.

"Ten grams of gold, this must have cost a lot!"

"I'm happy to spend any amount on you, Amy." Linda said, personally putting the earrings on Amy.

Their closeness and harmony were more enviable than what I had with Linda. Watching them, I suddenly remembered my name.

Emily, meaning "extra."

I had died because of Amy, yet Linda was still giving her gifts.

Amy put on the earrings and happily posted on social media, receiving a wave of compliments. She then lowered her head and softly asked, "Aunt Linda, why haven't I seen Emily today? I remember we have our follow-up appointments on the same day.

"Is she still mad at me for what happened six months ago?"

Amy's innocent eyes could deceive anyone.

If I hadn't overheard her conversation with David last night, I might have believed she was genuinely concerned about me rather than probing.

"I don't know what's wrong with that girl. It's her face, and if she doesn't come for her follow-up, I would not beg her."

Linda said impatiently.

Amy quickly patted her back to calm her.

"But Aunt Linda, if Emily never forgives me, what about my debut night next month?

"Emily's fans all know I took her place to debut. If she doesn't come, I'll be cursed by her fans!"

As she spoke, tears like pearls fell one by one.

Linda, deeply distressed, grabbed her hand.

"Don't worry, Amy! I'll make sure she goes! If she dares not go, I won't recognize her as my daughter anymore!"

Hearing this, Amy smiled brightly and soon left with her bag.

After she left, Linda immediately called me.

The phone rang once, twice, three times... but no one answered.

This would never have happened on a normal day.

Because of Linda's love for Amy, every time she called me, I felt so excited.

But today, she called for a long time, and I didn't answer.

Amy's matter was very important, and Linda couldn't allow anything to go wrong with her.

So, she left work early and headed to my place.

On the way, she muttered while driving.

"Emily, you're such an ungrateful woman!

"If it weren't for Amy giving us that money back then, we would have starved on the streets!

"You're still holding a grudge over the order of the surgeries? I really raised you for nothing!"

I was clearly a soul now.

But hearing my mother's merciless belittling, my entire being ached as if my soul was being wrung.

All my life, she always said we owed Amy.

But she never thought about where a fifteen-year-old Amy got such a large sum of money to lend us back then.

Nor did she wonder why my scholarship money disappeared from my account without a trace...