The Story Behind the Room without Air Conditioning

After being granted a miraculous second chance at life, Zoe Floyd refuses to repeat her past mistakes. In her previous existence, she tried to please her mother, Carrie, by choosing the smallest, uncooled bedroom, only to face relentless bullying in return. This time, when asked to pick a room in their new house, Zoe boldly claims the largest and finest one. Caught off guard in front of her guests, her mother desperately tries to manipulate her back into submission.

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Chapter 3

Even if I was obedient, she would bully me at will. That was why she married me off in exchange for money.

"I don't accept it."

I straightened my back, stood up with difficulty, and glared at her.

It really annoyed her. She believed that I would be obedient after being beaten, but unexpectedly, I had such a strong spirit of resistance.

"You brat, how dare you?"

"Kill me if you can!" I provoked.

My brother encouraged my mother. "Mom, hit her quickly. She deserves a good beating."

When he spoke, his expression was exactly like my mother's. Realizing that they looked alike, I was so furious that I reached out and pushed him to the ground.

"I've been displeased with you for a long time."

He was younger than me, so he had no ability to fight back when I hit him. Furthermore, I was stronger than him. After I pushed him down, he was stunned and then cried loudly.

Seeing that I hit him, her darling, my mother couldn't stand it anymore. She slapped me in the face immediately. I felt dizzy, and my vision blurred.

"You are a child abuser."

"You're my child. Of course, I can beat you! If you have the guts, just sue me!"

She added, "Let me tell you. Since I give birth to you, I can beat you however I want. Nobody can stop me."

Later, she patted her butt and went into the kitchen to wash the dishes. Meanwhile, my brother took the opportunity to pat me on the head several times.

I struggled to get up from the ground and looked at myself in the mirror in the living room. I found that my face was swollen and there was blood at the corners of my mouth. Obviously, I had been bullied.

However, I was pleased because I kept evidence.

As nobody paid attention to me, I slipped out of the house and ran to the police station near to our community.

I shouted, "Sir, please save me. I'm being abused."

I was not even as tall as the counter, so the policeman laughed before he saw me.

"How old are you? Do you know what that means?"

Yet, the man was startled by my swollen face as he bent down.

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