"It's bad that you've moved out, but you're now airing our family's dirty laundry online too? Do you know how furious your father will be when he sees that?! Are you trying to kill me?" Helen exclaimed. Melody frowned. 'What does she mean, airing their family's dirty laundry online? Wasn't the gossip online about me and Thalia?'

Melody gestured for Lucas to bring the phone from the table over to her.

"You do know the reason I moved out was because of how you guys treated me, right? Am I the only one at fault here? You can't just dump all your anger on me because you're afraid of your husband getting mad. I'm not your punching bag."

This was a realization that Melody came to much later.

In that household, Helen had to endure pressure from both Ethan and Wendy. She did not have any other choice but to transfer her own pressure onto her only controllable daughter. As the sole punching bag, she naturally bore all the burdens.

harmony intact, but she had long grown tired of this kind of life. Thus, on the day she left her

and was bombarded with all sorts of entertainment news, but he had not expected that eight out of ten were related to Melody. He squinted and noticed there

the phone

it briefly, then

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at her, "How is it a rumor when you're guilty of the thing people are accusing you of? Your sister lost her job because of you! If

enraged at her mother's words. "Is this what you think of me? Do you really believe I'd do those things? Ha, you've never believed in me for a moment, have you? Wendy isn't your

cracked, then there was silence on the

her hands, unsure of how to face it all. Lucas immediately felt a surge of sympathy

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