I sneered. I was afraid that she wanted me to eat enough so that I would have the strength to die.
I calmly said to her, "Mom, I feel a little uncomfortable. Can you help me call the nurse?"
"Okay, you eat first. Eat more. I'll go call the nurse."
Taking advantage of her absence, I quickly switched our meals.
After the nurse came and left after checking, both of us happily ate our own lunch.
She was happy that her days of getting rich were not far away, and I was happy that her days of dying were not far away.
So, every time we had a meal, I would find an excuse to make her leave.
After a while, suddenly one day, this wicked woman asked me for the inheritance.
I refused, and she started cursing at me.
"You ungrateful thing, my son has been so good to you, caring for you, even marrying you. Is this how you repay our family?"
As she said that, she came at me with a pair of scissors.
I grabbed the small table next to me, waited for the right moment, and smashed it hard on her head.
In an instant, blood was flowing from her head, and she was swaying, trying to stand up.
I hit her hard again in the same spot.