Susan stood next to Lucy, disbelief etched across her face. She had ceased any attempt to stop Lucy from touching Bruce, but


    Lucy''s words had shocked her to the core, sending tremors through her body and draining the color from her cheeks.


    Lucy wasn''t afraid of catching whatever had taken Bruce. She wasn''t afraid of dying at all. Susan had thought that once Bruce


    was gone, her mother would finally be free. No more walking on eggshells every day, no fear of Bruce''s infidelity, of his nights out


    on the town.


    She had dreamed of a life where she could spread her wings with her mom, live on their own terms. Yet, her mom was dering


    she wanted to join Bruce in death!


    Susan didn''t look at Bruce''s lifeless body. Her gaze was fixed on her tear-streaked mother.


    The words that Lucy said left her reeling, pale-faced and numb.


    Watching her mother weep, Susan felt a well of despair deep inside her. She had never felt loved, not truly, in this house.


    Her father had been a phnderer, charming various women, ying with their hearts and pocketbooks. To him, money was the


    be-all and end-all.


    And her mother? She only had eyes for her father. Any affection Susan received was simply because she was Bruce''s daughter.


    If she didn''t carry Bruce''s blood, Susan doubted Lucy would care at all.


    Her childhood was a cacophony of endless quarrels. She was sick of it; their fights sent her trembling, locking herself away in her


    room.


    But they never cared. Beyond their own squabbles, Susan was an afterthought.


    Each time she shut herself away because of their fights, it was she who had to soothe her own difort and fear.


    As she grew, their apparent concern was a facade. They just wanted her to be a money-making machine, to charm wealthy men


    and to line their pockets. They had never truly cared for her.


    The incident with the two hundred and fifteen thousand was a case in point.


    They were quick to gamble it away in the stock market, never sparing a thought for how hard she''d worked for it, or what she had


    endured to get it.


    When she came home that day, exhausted and downcast, they didn''t notice at tall. They just wanted the money, and when they


    got it, they rushed to invest it.


    And when that money—earned through her own sacrifices—was lost, they didn''t reflect. They just became more greedy, more


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    They imed to love her, but their love was actually for themselves.


    Bruce loved money and himself, while Lucy loved Bruce and money.


    What was Susan but a sacrifice for their family''s altar?


    Watching Lucy hold Bruce''s face,


    sobbing as if her heart was b ny,


    Susan clenched BRIS 0 ighly


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    With a trembling voice, Susan spoke,


    "Mom, this is thest time I''ll call you


    that. Do whatexerygstant bites:


    dsyured Phidury you together with


    him. You''ll be together for eternity,


    inseparable in life and death!" Please


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