My Parents Neglected Me Until I Died Novel by yueji

Epilogue (Janet’s view)

I knew Lisa was dead; I saw it on the news.

The day she said goodbye, I didn’t cry. Instead, I stuffed all my favorite things into her arms.

“Take these with you so I can still find you.”

I saw Lisa cry and wiped her tears away.

I turned my back on her, as looking at her face would only make my heart break.

I hoped she found freedom.

Her soul and thoughts had long been shackled by the chains of that year.

No one had the key.

I gave her a grand funeral.

Lisa, I invited the most beautiful and handsome people to attend.

No one wept; everyone quietly ate. Would that make you a bit happier?

I didn’t invite her parents or John.

That day, we had to visit three different testing facilities.

Only when all the results were laid out did they believe Lisa was their child.

They knelt before me, crying and lamenting, calling her their unfortunate daughter.

Who was responsible for her miserable fate?

Why could they act as if they had done nothing wrong and pretend to be loving parents?

They should not be kneeling before me.

They didn’t deserve it.

On the day Lisa was buried, I cried alone by her gravestone for a long time.

I cried until I was h**se, unwilling to leave.

She had left just like that.

Gone forever.

They begged me for a long time before I finally told them where Lisa was buried.

They visited her grave daily, changing flowers and bringing food.

John, having just been honored, resigned immediately.

He renewed the lease on Lisa’s apartment and spent his days and nights drinking away his sorrow.

When I went to sort through her belongings, I ran into him, reeking of alcohol, asking me, “Where’s Lisa? Why isn’t she coming back with you?”Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

“When will she return? I’ve been waiting for her so long.”

Now you love Lisa, but what about before?

A year later, on the anniversary of Lisa’s death, I saw John, who had lost his sanity.

He sat by Lisa’s grave for a long, long time, finally remaining still.

When I went closer, I found he had passed away.

John’s regret led him to choose to end his life in front of Lisa’s grave.

That night, I dreamed of Lisa, whom I hadn’t seen for a long time.

She wore a pretty little dress and had her hair neatly done. She waved at me.

“Jessic, I’m leaving now. Don’t cry, take care of yourself, and miss me.”

“Okay,” I could only choke out the single word.

Seeing my response, she hugged me once more and then turned and ran into the distance.

I reached out to grab her.

I woke up.

Tears had already soaked my pillow.

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