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That familiar voice rang in my ears: "Abigail, this pain-exchange system took me so much effort to find. This is our only way to save Zoey. It's just that you'll have to suffer for it." Abigail Sanchez is my name.

Alexander looked at me with fake, anxious eyes, waiting for me to nod in agreement.

Looking at his hypocritical act filled me with rage.

This was exactly how he'd been in my previous life. When Zoey's critical condition landed her in the ICU, Alexander pretended to be so anxious he had a brain hemorrhage and was also hospitalized. Before going into surgery, while I was panicking, he suggested I bind with the pain-exchange system, saying it was the only way to save Zoey.

Back then, to restore Zoey's health, I bound with the system. But what was the result?

I let out a cold laugh, looked at Alexander, and asked, "Zoey isn't just my child. What gives you the right to make me bind with the system?"

Alexander hadn't expected me to refuse. After all, to care for Zoey, I'd even quit my great job as a company manager, and I usually treated Zoey like my life itself, unable to bear seeing her suffer even a little.

But he quickly regained his composure and pulled out his prepared excuse: "You and Zoey are both the people I love most. I can't bear to see either of you suffer. Do you think I want you to bind with it? It's just that this damn system can only bind to women. I have no choice."

I said coldly, "Really? Such an advanced system would also favor men over women? Maybe it's lying to you."

I walked to Alexander's hospital bed and snatched the vial of blood from his hands, preparing to drip it into his mouth.

The binding procedure for the pain-exchange system was simpleyou just had to drink blood from near Zoey's heart.

Alexander's face went pale with terror, and for a moment he forgot to dodge. It wasn't until I grabbed his chin, ready to force-feed him the blood, that he suddenly rolled off the bed and frantically wiped his mouth, terrified of actually drinking Zoey's blood.

"Are you trying to kill me?" Alexander said angrily.

I looked at him mockingly: "What are you afraid of? Didn't you say this system can only bind to women?"

Alexander's face was ashen as he stammered, "I'm afraid of wasting Zoey's blood. Zoey's body is very weak. Her blood is precious."

Afraid I might cause more trouble, Alexander quickly scolded me: "I've never seen a mother like you. Zoey is lying in that hospital bed barely hanging on. Faced with the only chance to save her, you still have the heart to mess around. I think you're deliberately trying to kill her.

"I've long felt that you don't care about Zoey or this family. Do you think Zoey is holding you back? Have you been wanting to find another man and have a healthy child?

"Anyway, Zoey's disease can't be cured. If you as her mother don't want to save her, I won't care anymore either. When she dies from her illness, I'll divorce you, you vicious woman. If you want to have more children, go ahead. My daughter and I won't burden you."

In the past, when I was successful in my career, Alexander had used this kind of psychological manipulation on me. Back then, my heart felt sour and guilty, thinking I really hadn't done enough, so I gave up my good job and quit to care for Zoey.

Because of her illness, Zoey often threw tantrums. After screaming at me each time, she would hug me and cry while apologizing, saying in her sweet voice, "In this world, I love Mommy the most."

I was psychologically controlled by her sweet poison for over ten years, and I cared for her for over ten years.

Thinking about it now, I realize they were both equally selfish and cruel.

Alexander urgently pressed me: "Hey, what are you spacing out for? Hurry up and bind with the system! Do you really want to watch Zoey die from her illness?"

His voice pulled me back from my wandering thoughts. I looked at him and gave him a gentle smile: "Alright. I'll go bind with it right now."

Alexander had just handed me the blood vial when he was wheeled into the operating room. He didn't watch me drink Zoey's blood, so he wouldn't know that I immediately took the vial to a pig farm on the outskirts of town.

I asked the pig farm owner, "Do you have any pigs here that are about to die from illness?"