Chapter 451:
Leaning against it, tears welled up in my eyes.
Betty had slandered me, and I had no way to prove my innocence. I had bought the bracelet and even showed it to Mother at the time, but now she couldn’t tell whether it was the same one or not.
When I purchased it at the mall, I specifically requested a receipt. I had been worried Betty might try to return it, so I had placed the receipt inside the box with the bracelet.
I could only guess—she must have already taken it.
So I had no evidence to prove that I had been slandered.
At that moment, Lucky, who had been sleeping on the bed, suddenly woke up and began crying.
Hearing my daughter’s cry, I knew I couldn’t stay in despair any longer.
I still had a daughter, and she was so young.
I was her mother. I had to take care of her, I had to be strong. The next moment, I quickly walked to the bed, reached out, and picked her up.
Most of the time, when babies cry, it’s because they’re either hungry or need a diaper change.
I opened the quilt, changed her diaper, and then held her in my arms, unbuttoning her clothes to feed her.
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After drinking from the bottle with her small mouth, she not only stopped crying but also squeezed out a cute smile.
Her smile encouraged me.
I couldn’t let myself be slandered. My reputation was important, because it would affect my daughter’s future.
I didn’t know when Betty left in the following days, but the atmosphere at home had clearly changed.
Mother didn’t care for me as much as she had before. She still cared for Lucky, though.
I knew my mother was angry and disappointed. I didn’t want to explain anymore. After all, my explanations were unclear.
I was afraid I couldn’t find solid evidence to prove Betty’s lies.
Mother’s indifference made me very uncomfortable.
But it had only been three months. I didn’t have a place to go, and I didn’t have enough money.
For the first time, I desperately wanted to own a house, a car, and have money.
When life was difficult in the past, I used to think that money was secondary, that love and kinship were the most important things.
But what had I gotten in the end?
I needed a home, and I needed money to support both Lucky and me.
In the next few days, I became very melancholic. Where should I take her? How would I support her?
Lucky was still so young, and Mom was still angry.
