Chapter 3

When I saw Chloe arrive at the hospital downstairs, I turned off the live stream.

An invisible camera, installed beforehand in my room, recorded Chloe walking towards me with the food.

“Mom, today I made your favorite steamed fish and pork rib soup. Please, try some.”

She laid out the steaming hot dishes in front of me.

But I didn't even glance at them, saying faintly:

“I don’t feel like eating.”

A flicker of disappointment crossed Chloe’s eyes, but she still patiently coaxed:

“Mom, the doctor said you need to replenish your nutrition. If you don’t eat, your body won’t be able to handle it.”

I looked at her, then suddenly spoke:

“I want a freshly baked pastry.”

Chloe paused.

Her gaze shifted to the window, a hint of difficulty appearing in her expression:

“Mom, it’s too late now, and it’s raining heavily outside. The pastry shops are probably all closed.”

I said coldly, “But I really want a freshly baked pastry.”

“I can’t eat anything else.”

Seeing my stubbornness, Chloe was silent for a few seconds.

Finally, she nodded, without a trace of resentment on her face: “Okay, I’ll go buy one now.”

With that, Chloe quickly turned and left.

I picked up my phone and watched as the drone recorded her wandering through the pouring rain, searching shop by shop for a pastry.

And the comments section was frantically scrolling:

“Damn, this old hag is doing it on purpose, right? Where would you find pastries late at night? And it’s raining so heavily outside, isn’t she intentionally tormenting her?”

“Exactly! She doesn't eat the nutritious meals someone painstakingly cooked for her, but she specifically wants a pastry? Isn't she completely out of her mind?!”

“So disgusting, she must be taking her anger out on her daughter because her appeals failed!”

“I’m so mad! Why doesn’t this kind of person just drop dead?!”

Two hours later.

Chloe returned to the hospital room, breathless.

She was soaked to the bone, but the pastry was clutched protectively in her arms, not a drop of water touching it, as if it were a treasure.

“Mom, I bought the pastry. It’s still warm, please eat it while it’s hot.”

She offered it with a placating smile, carefully pulling the pastry from her embrace and holding it out to me.

But my tone was cold:

“After all that trouble, I’ve lost my appetite.”

“I don’t want to eat anymore.”

Chloe’s outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

That placating smile instantly filled with sorrow.

Seeing this scene, the comments section completely exploded:

“Damn, I’m shaking with anger! Is this old hag out of her mind? She had all those nutritious meals prepared for her, but she insisted on pastries, and now that someone braved the rain to get them, she won’t eat them! Is this even a human being?!”

“She’s deliberately tormenting her daughter, it makes me want to rush through the screen and slap her twice!”

“So disgusting, if someone played games with me like this, I’d teach her a harsh lesson!”

“I’m really crying with anger. Her daughter is so good, why is she tormenting her like this?!”