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Jennifer was released on bail.
Our parents took her home, and I could no longer stay at the police station to follow the case’s progress.
Jennifer was still a suspect but couldn’t be convicted, and Tom was still on the run, having escaped capture.
The police were focusing all their efforts on finding Tom.
“That girl can’t even let us live in peace, and now the police had to come and take you away,” my mother muttered as she prepared some
things to ward off bad luck for Jennifer.
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“I knew my daughter was too sweet to have killed that girl,” she added.
“When we tried to save her, we found her trapped under the door. By the time we pulled her out, she was already gone.”
“That unlucky wretch’s was dead and gone, yet she still dragged you into trouble,” my father added in.
They told everyone I had died in an accident. Did they never consider that Jennifer had a
hand in my death?
These were my parents–they didn’t care why I died. They just blamed it on my ill fate.
“Mom made a feast for you, try it,” she said.
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“Mom, you’re so good to me,” Jennifer replied sweetly.
The family of three dined warmly together, but I noticed that Jennifer wasn’t as calm as she
seemed. The table was filled with her favorite
dishes, yet she didn’t touch any of them.
When we were younger, Jennifer acted the same way. Whenever she lied or did something wrong and let me take the blame, she’d calmly accept our parents‘ comfort but wouldn’t help herself to food at the table.
Later that night, I watched from Jennifer’s bedside as she transferred money to a previous
contact.
Where had she gotten so much money on her phone?
With that question lingering in my mind, I continued to follow her–and I found my
answer.
I overheard my parents talking.
“Good thing Serena had that job and paid her own insurance; otherwise, we wouldn’t have gotten so much compensation.”
“Why is there no money in my account?”
“That card is probably with Jennifer, it’s linked
to her account.”
“That’s fine, Jennifer deserves it. Everything we
own will go to her when we’re gone anyway.”
“We spent a lot on her birthday party last time. This money will help make up for it.”
I had been wondering where Jennifer got all that money. I never expected my parents to give her their card.
Nor did I expect that she was using the compensation money they received after my death.
I still remembered the first time I went out to work and fell ill, wanting to use my health insurance.
The doctor said, “Your family hasn’t paid for your insurance yet.”
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Throughout my life, whenever my sister got sick, my parents used the insurance. I thought they would also pay for me when it came to something as vital as health coverage, even if they didn’t particularly love me.
I was mistaken..
Most of the money I had was given to my parents, and I didn’t have enough to buy medicine.
I had no choice but to endure my illness in the cramped rental apartment, lacking the energy to work and enduring relentless scoldings.
Once I had money, I bought my own health insurance and coverage.
At that moment, I deeply regretted purchasing
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insurance, knowing that all the
