She Defended My Killer

Synopsis

When I fell from the third floor, I heard the sound of my bones breaking. When I woke up, it was already sevens day later. Steel pins had been drilled through my body. Even breathing felt like something that had to be done in fragments. A nurse told me, "Your... your stepmother came once. She signed the surgical consent form." I gave a faint, humorless laugh. "She's not my biological mother. That makes sense." The nurse sighed and said nothing else. On the ninth day, my father arrived with a paternity test in hand. "Grace," he said, "she's not your stepmother. She's your biological mother. You are her real daughter. "Back then, in order to marry into the Davidson family, she left you in my care and told everyone that Eloise was her biological child." Eloise Davidson was the one who pushed me off the third floor. And my biological mother—believing I was merely a stranger's child—was standing in court defending her. In her mind, Eloise was the daughter she had to protect at all costs. In my previous life, I took that secret to my grave, dying from postoperative infection. This time, I took a photo of the DNA report and sent it to the entire Davidson family group chat. My caption was only one line: [Ms. Poole, you said your defense is based on maternal love. So tell me—what exactly am I?]