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I honestly have no idea what I'm supposed to compensate Zoey for.

And I certainly won't give up everything I've worked so hard for just to walk away with nothing.

However, after binding with the system, Zoey seems convinced she's guaranteed to win. Despite her body still being covered in festering wounds, she acts as if she's already recovered, rushing to discharge herself from the hospital and running around having fun with her rotting skin.

Bella and Alexander have stopped hiding their relationship too. Bella moved directly into Alexander's hospital room. The two of them act like husband and wife, living it up in the ward.

They're too busy enjoying themselves to care about Zoey. As a result, on her first day out of the hospital, Zoey crashed while street racing and tore up another large patch of skin.

In the past, I would have frantically applied medicine to Zoey's wounds and never allowed her to do such dangerous things.

But now, if she wants to kill herself, I'm not going to stop her.

Soon enough, Zoey was covered in injuries again and back in the hospital. What I didn't expect was that Alexander and Bella would have the nerve to come asking me for money.

Alexander said, "Zoey isn't just my child. She needs a huge sum for medical expenses now that she's hospitalized. You need to figure out how to come up with the money."

I looked at Alexander in amazement and said, "I already helped Zoey bind with the system. I've done more than enough for her. What gives you the right to demand I pay her medical bills too? Besides, she deserves every one of those injuries."

After hearing my words, Alexander rolled his eyes. "You're her mother. Isn't it your duty to sacrifice for her? What kind of mother keeps score of how much she's given her daughter? Abigail, if you're going to be this selfish, let's get divorced!"

Before I could get excited about the prospect of divorce, Alexander quickly added, "Zoey says she wants to live with me. Don't think you'll get custody of her. And you won't get a single cent either. Otherwise, I won't let you see Zoey for the rest of your life."

Alexander thought this would scare me. After all, for the past dozen Christmases, my love for Zoey had run deep.

But I just looked at him coldly and said, "Are you living in the house I bought before marriage and driving the car I bought before marriage, and now you're so smug you've forgotten what a useless person you are? You think I won't get a single cent? Fine by me. We don't have any joint assets anyway."

Alexander was stunned, his expression turning ugly.

He said, "You want to take back the car and house? I don't agree. Abigail, Zoey's condition just improved and she needs to recuperate. Do you really have the heart to make her suffer?"

Now he's trying to guilt-trip me?

I almost laughed from anger and said, "You don't seriously think Zoey can survive just because she bound with the system, do you? What right does someone so heartless and ungrateful have to live?"

But as soon as I finished speaking, a slap landed hard across my face.

Turns out Zoey had arrived at some point. Her previously obedient demeanor had completely vanished, replaced by eyes full of hatred and venom as she glared at me.

She said, "I'm ungrateful? I've been forcing myself to call you mom for over a dozen Christmases despite how disgusting it makes me feel. I'm practically the kindest person in the world."

As Zoey spoke, she grabbed a fruit knife from the table and pressed it against my throat.

She said, "Let me tell you something. I'm still a minor. Even if I stab you to death right now, I won't get the death penalty. If you're smart, you'll hand over the car and house to me right now. Otherwise, after you're dead, I'll inherit them anyway."

The knife tip was sharp. Blood dripped down my neck drop by drop. My heart pounded violently from fear, but not because I was afraid of dying.

It was because I saw that the festering, oozing wounds on Zoey's body had completely disappeared. Her skin had become smooth and delicate all over, clearly showing she had recovered her health.

A terrible premonition immediately rose in my heart. I quickly looked down at my arm and discovered that ulcerated wounds had suddenly appeared on my skin.

But I never bound with any system. Zoey should have died from her illness long ago. What went wrong?

Why did Zoey suddenly recover? Why are wounds appearing on my body? Did the disease transfer system malfunction?

Could it be that once again I can't change my fate, and I'm still destined to die for Zoey's sake?