The Abandoned Daughter Strikes Back

Three years had gone by quickly.

Inside the psychiatric ward of Kansas Psychiatric Hospital, an assistant nurse walked down the hallway while deeply frowning. She kicked aside a group of patients huddled together, playing a strange game of stacking on top of each other.

As they scattered with distorted screams, a woman at the very bottom was revealed. She was curled up and motionless.

Her messy hair covered most of her face, and her eyes looked empty as she listened to the nurse’s harsh voice.

“2150, you’ve got visitors from home. Get up and clean yourself up.”

Home… Was she talking about the family that had thrown her into this place and left her here for three years? They weren’t her family anymore.

Seeing that the woman was still lying there like a dead corpse, the assistant nurse lost her patience. She grabbed her by the hair and yanked her up. “Are you trying to die? Can’t you hear me?”

Allison Rogers clutched her head with both hands as the nurse roughly dragged her by the collar to the bathroom. The nurse turned on the high-pressure shower, spraying Allison as she crouched in the corner, treating her no better than an animal in a cage.

Twenty minutes later, Allison was brought to the visitation room.

“Mr. Nigel, 2150 is here to see you.”

Allison’s empty eyes slowly moved to the man sitting on the couch. He had his hands clasped together, elbows resting on his knees, and a deep frown that showed annoyance and heavy emotions. This was her second older brother, Nigel Rogers.

When Allison was born, her parents fought. After giving birth, her mother stormed out of the house and never came back. Her father searched for her but never found her, and he passed away when Allison was thirteen. After that, Toby Rogers and Nigel took care of the family. Back then, they swore that as long as they were around, no one would ever bully her.

Now, seeing that familiar face again, Allison felt a sharp pain in her chest, but her eyes turned cold.

The pain was real, but so was the resentment. Nigel no longer cared about her. He was the one who had sent her to this psychiatric hospital.

Nigel looked at her, too. On his way here, he had imagined that after three years apart, she would have realized her mistakes and would run into his arms, asking for forgiveness. But she didn’t. She just stood there with a cold expression.

He had come full of joy, thinking he could finally take his sister home, but she didn’t even greet him.

Nigel wanted to stand up and hug her, but he hesitated and uttered in an annoyed tone instead. “Sherrie misses you. She begged me to bring you home. From today on, you can leave the psychiatric hospital.”

When he finally got a reaction from Allison, his tone had changed. “But there’s a condition. Once you’re home, you can’t make things difficult