Page 2 of I bound my daughter’s illness-swapping system to the pig

I had just left the pig farm when I received a call from Zoey. She was crying on the phone, saying she missed me and asking if I could come back to be with her.

Zoey said over the phone: "Mom, I feel so awful. Can you please come back and see me? I'm sorry, Mom. I know you're already exhausted, and I shouldn't be bothering you like this. But I really miss you so much. I don't want to be separated from you.

"Mom, I'm in so much pain. Am I going to die? But I haven't been able to take care of you yet. I really don't want to die. I want to stay with you forever and make you happy."

Hearing these heartbreakingly mature words, I took a deep breath, feeling a sharp pain in my chest like needles piercing my heart.

I had raised Zoey for over ten years. She was born without intact skin, and even the slightest movement could cause her body to fester and ooze pus.

I had always taken careful care of her. When she was little and couldn't drink milk, I fed her drop by drop with a straw. As she grew older and cried in pain every day, I applied medicine to her wounds over and over again.

Seeing how hard I worked, Zoey would touch my face with her tiny hands, saying she felt sorry for me and swearing that she would treat me well in the future so I wouldn't have to work so hard anymore.

I had loved and protected her with all my might. But why did I end up raising someone who didn't know how to be grateful?

Fortunately, from now on, I would never have to endure her bad temper again or suffer for her sake.

When I arrived at the hospital, there was another woman standing by Zoey's bedside. I immediately recognized her as Alexander's mistress and Zoey's biological mother, Bella.

Seeing me walk in, Zoey, who had just been chatting happily with Bella, immediately pushed Bella away and looked at me with a few tears in her eyes.

She said: "Mom, you're finally here. Dad said you don't care about me and don't take good care of me, so he specifically found a woman. He also said that if you don't work harder to find a way to cure my illness, he'll divorce you and let Ms. Chavez be my mom.

"I don't want anyone else to be my mom. Besides, I believe you'll definitely find a way to cure my illness. After all, you're the person who loves me most in the world."

If this had been before, I would have been moved by Zoey's understanding while thanking Bella for helping, just like every time in my previous life, being manipulated by these three terrible people.

But this time, I just smiled coldly.

I said: "Fine. Anyway, you've already bound to the exchange system, so you won't need me anymore. You can let whoever you want be your mom."

Hearing my words, Zoey's eyes widened with excitement.

She asked: "Really? You really helped me bind to the system? All these disgusting ulcers and green pus on my body will transfer to you?"

After saying this, Zoey seemed to realize she was too excited, so she coughed and then put on a frail appearance.

She said: "All these years, you haven't worked at all, eating my dad's food, drinking what he providesyou might as well have been sucking his blood. If you hadn't refused to earn money, Dad wouldn't have been so exhausted that he had a brain hemorrhage this time.

"Mom, I don't mean anything by it. I'm also very grateful that you've taken care of me all these years. It's just that I think Dad is very pitiful. I feel sorry for him."

I almost burst out laughing from anger.

Alexander was pitiful?

When I married Alexander, I already had a successful career and achievements. The house and car were both bought with my own money before marriage. For the following ten-plus years, I had been living off my previous savings and never asked Alexander for a single cent.

But what about Alexander? He took away my healthy biological daughter and abandoned her, forcing me to quit my job to take care of the child he had with his mistress. All these years, he never took care of Zoey for even a single day.

I had been too tolerant and generous with them, so much so that they ate my food, used my things, and still scolded me, saying I was spending their money.

I looked at Zoey coldly and said: "The system just got bound, and you're already feeling sorry for your dad who never did anything? Aren't you afraid that in the end, your illness won't be cured and you'll be crying and begging me to take care of you?"

Zoey and Bella exchanged glances, then both burst into laughter.

Zoey, who had always been obedient and understanding, now seemed like a completely different person.

She looked at me with a mocking expression and said: "Beg you? Don't be ridiculous! Once the system is bound, the illness on my body will gradually transfer to yours. Me beg you? When the time comes, you'll be the one begging me!

"Mom, the person Dad likes isn't you at all. He's been with you all these yearsthat's already more than you deserve. Why don't you just help Dad and Ms. Chavez be together?"

Bella, who had been silent until now, also said mockingly: "If you don't divorce Alexander, he'll be your primary guardian. When you've transferred all of Zoey's illness and can only lie in bed, he won't care about you at allhe'll just let you die in agony.

"If you don't want to die, you'd better divorce quickly and not take any assets with you. Leave all that money to Zoey as compensation."