The Day His Demands Broke My Water novel Chapter 25

I had raised these two girls myself. Three years ago, they were already five years old.

They couldn't possibly have forgotten me, but over these three years, they had looked at me as if I were a pathetic lapdog.

Could they have lost their memories too?

I trembled as I asked, "Do you know who I am?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Of course, we know who you are. You're our Rowen family's dishwasher!"

"How dare you raise your hand against my sister? I'll make sure to beat you to death!"

I gritted my teeth and asked again, unable to give up: "You really don't know who I am?"

Children can't lie well.

The way they shifted their gaze, their guilty expressions, told me everything.

In that moment, my heart turned to ashes.

They had known all along, yet they still chose to bully me along with everyone else.

Lucy Rowen burst into loud sobs.

The smiles of Kingsley Rowen and Madeline Johanson, who had entered together, immediately froze.

"Dad, Mom, this wicked woman hit me. Look, she even bruised my wrist!" Lucy cried, throwing herself into Kingsley's arms, while Celeste ran over to complain as well.

Madeline Johanson patted their heads, and when she turned to look at me, her tone turned sharp: "What's going on? With so many people watching, you still dare to bully them? You have a lot of nerve!"

Anyone who didn't know better would think she was the real mother of my daughters.

It was so obvious—she was trying to kill me with kindness!

Three years were enough to ruin a good child.

Lucy Rowen sobbed, "Dad, that wicked woman bullied me. I want her to kneel and apologize!"

Celeste echoed her words.

In the days before my memory returned, I had put up with whatever they did to me, all because I needed this high-paying job to pay for my "father's" medical treatment, even if the two children bullied me.

I gritted my teeth and endured it, afraid of losing the job.

Kneeling and apologizing had become an everyday occurrence by then.

Kingsley Rowen, irritated by his daughters' crying, urged me, "What are you waiting for? Kneel!"

I grabbed the potted plants neatly trimmed in the corner of the room and threw them one by one, directly at them.