Chapter 1136 Untying the Knot
Outside the door, Oliver and Quentin's anxious voices could be heard.
"Hannah, you're still hurt! Open up, let me help you with the medicine!"
"Hannah, Oliver's right, you gotta take care of those wounds! If they get infected, it could get really bad. You don't want scars, do you?"
"Hannah, I'm so sorry, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have taken Mom's money, and now I've dragged you into this! I swear I won't do it again. Please, open the door and let me take you to the hospital."
"Hannah, Oliver didn't mean for this to happen. He didn't know it would turn out like this. Don't blame him, okay? Open the door and let me see your injuries."
"Hannah, please open the door! I'm really worried about you."
"Yeah, Hannah, open up and let us in! We're so worried about you being alone in there."
"Hannah, let me in, please."
"Hannah, I'm really worried about you. Let us in so we can see how you're doing."
No matter what they said, Hannah ignored them. She was drowning in an endless sea of grievances.
She didn't even know what the point of living was anymore. Why was fate so cruel to her?
What unforgivable sin had she committed to deserve parents like these?
If she could, she would rather have never been born.
She wasn't afraid of poverty or hardship; she only cared about her family.
If she couldn't even hold onto that, what was the point of living?
"Hannah, please say something. Don't scare me."
"Hannah, are you unconscious? Are your injuries really bad? If you're not passed out, answer us so we don't worry."
The pounding on the door was deafening.
The people outside seemed desperate, kicking the door repeatedly.
The poor door was about to give way.
Hannah took a deep breath and was about to get up to open the door when she heard Lisa start cursing again. "You little brat, are you doing this on purpose? Do you want them to break the door down before you're satisfied? You just don't want us to have any peace, do you?"
"Alright, stop kicking. If you break the door, we'll have to pay for it. I'm telling you, we don't have any money left to pay for a new door."
Oliver snapped, "Mom, it's all your fault. You didn't even ask what happened before hitting Hannah."
"I just hit her a few times with a feather duster, and she was wearing clothes! She'll be fine! She's tough! Haven't I hit her enough over the years? Has anything ever happened to her? I know how to control my strength; she won't get hurt."
"Controlling your strength isn't enough. Hannah is a girl; her skin is delicate! If you keep hitting her like this, I won't consider you my mom anymore."
Lisa retorted bitterly, "Fine, fine, she's your sister, and I'm not your mom. In your eyes, you only have a sister, not a mom! It's all my fault, okay? You guys are the real family, and I'm just an outsider."
"Mom, that's not what I meant."
Hannah couldn't hear what they were saying anymore.
Her consciousness was fading, her head felt like it weighed a ton, and her neck couldn't support it.
She was so tired, really tired.
Her mother always claimed she controlled her strength when hitting her.
But only Hannah knew how hard her mother actually hit her each time.
Every time, she was beaten until her skin was raw.
Each blow felt like her skin was on fire, and eventually, she felt like her body wasn't even hers anymore.
Hannah blinked, feeling like everything in front of her was spinning.
She tried to shake her head to see more clearly, but it only made things worse.
In the end, she couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the floor, unconscious.
She didn't know how long she lay there.
She just felt so cold and in pain.
The cold from her dream seemed to seep into reality.
On the hospital bed, Hannah kept murmuring about the cold. "Cold, so cold."
She curled up, hugging herself tightly, her body trembling uncontrollably.
"Mom, cold, I'm so cold."
"It hurts, it hurts so much. Mom, why? Why do you treat me like this? Why?"
"I didn't steal the money, please don't hit me anymore, it hurts so much."
This time, Lassie heard her clearly, and she was stunned, frozen in place.
Sensing something was wrong, Carter quickly asked, "Honey, what's wrong? What did Hannah say?"
Lassie shook her head, not answering, afraid she had misunderstood. She leaned closer to Hannah, speaking gently, "Hannah, what are you saying? Tell me, who hit you? Where does it hurt?"
Hannah seemed to feel the cold deeply, and even her lips were trembling.
Tears streamed from her tightly closed eyes.
"Mom, Mom. I'm sorry, I was wrong, I won't do it again, please don't hit me."
"It hurts, it hurts so much."
"Mom, why don't you like me? Why don't you believe me?"
"Mom, I really didn't flirt with him; he harassed me. Why don't you believe me?"
"I didn't steal the money, it wasn't me."
Every word seemed to be soaked in blood, as Hannah cried and mumbled, her voice full of grievance.
Lassie's tears fell instantly, her heart feeling like it had been stabbed, bleeding profusely.
Even though she only heard bits and pieces, it was enough to know the suffering her daughter had endured with Lisa and Quentin.
Seeing both mother and daughter crying, Carter stood up in a panic, not knowing what to do. "What did Hannah say? Why are you crying too?"
Lassie didn't have the heart to respond. She took off her shoes and climbed onto the bed, holding the trembling, curled-up Hannah in her arms, gently patting her back with warm hands.
"Hannah, I don't dislike you. You've always been my most beloved daughter. Your life is more important than mine. Please wake up, I promise to make up for all the motherly love you've missed these years."
Lassie cried as she continued, "Hannah, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I couldn't protect you, and you've suffered so much because of it.
I swear, I won't let anyone hurt you again.
Lisa doesn't deserve to be your mother; I'm your real mother.
Hannah, please wake up.
Seeing you like this is breaking my heart.
We've been searching for you for so many years, and now that we're finally reunited, please wake up."
"It hurts, it hurts so much."
"I didn't steal the money."
"I didn't flirt with him."
"Mom, believe me, believe me."
Hearing her desperate voice, Lassie immediately said, "I believe you. You're my daughter, of course, I believe you! You didn't flirt with him, he harassed you. You didn't steal the money, it wasn't you! I believe you! You, the most obedient, the sweetest, the most sensible child, you would never do those things."
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