A Mother’s Pain, A Daughter’s Revenge

I was out of the country for a month doing an exhibition when my mother suddenly hit me on chat, saying she wanted to go home. My mother's deaf, so she typed out a message using handwriting input, [Ysabell, I am just an old country bumpkin, can't get used to living in the city. I'm much happier back in the village.]

I immediately called her for a video chat and noticed what looked like a handprint on her right cheek. Before I could ask what was going on, she hurriedly hung up. On social media, our live-in housekeeper posted a picture of a Mercedes.