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The creature was an evil entity, but it also had a spirit. 

It cultivated meaty eggs, feeding on the sexual desires of men and women, and nourished itself in return. 

Women who had relations with men after using the meaty egg would glow with radiance and delay aging. 

The more men they were intimate with, and they could even achieve eternal youth. 

My mother had experienced the most. 

She provided the most desire nourishment for the creature. 

She served it every day, picking the meaty eggs. 

Thus, she had long been recognized as its provider. 

And unless the provider was willing, no one else could take away the creature. 

The old witch gave my family a week to consider. 

No matter what, my mother refused to hand over the creature. 

"How do we know what Angela said is true or false? 

"I don't believe that only she can cure Charles's illness!" 

My mother's expression became increasingly mad. 

"I heard that another witch in the village who can perform an occult ritual, trading life for life! 

"life for life…" 

She suddenly turned her head and looked at me, as if she had found a substitute. 

"Yes, her! We can use her to exchange for Charles's life!" 

My heart trembled, I was suffocating in that instant. 

There were pools of tears in my empty and desperate eyes. 

Look, even my only mother. 

She thought it was reasonable to sacrifice me for Charles. 

My mother's face was contorted, her terrifying gaze as if she wanted to devour me alive. 

But she didn't notice my father beside her, his eyes wide with anger. 

The anger and hatred he held back was on the verge of exploding. 

I wiped away my tears and wisely retreated to my bedroom. 

Mother, since it's a matter of life for life, then use yours to make the exchange. 

Indeed, if the provider was unwilling, no one could take away the creature. 

But what if the provider was no longer alive? 

My mother was weak and anemic. She needed to replenish her energy by taking special soup every day. 

But after Charles's accident, she worried day and night and stopped taking her soup. 

If she was unlucky and got hurt, suffering from a major hemorrhage, it could really be fatal. 

My father already suffered from bipolar disorder from the aftermath of the meaty eggs and needed to take medicine every day. 

Not long ago, I carelessly mixed up his health supplements with his bipolar medicine. 

Now, with even trifles, he couldn't control himself and would have a bipolar episode. 

And just now, I accidentally sent him the wrong photo. 

The photo was taken by me at the one-way mirror outside the surgery room. 

The scene was explicit, and my mother's expression was quite ecstatic. 

Oh, by the way, 

now, my father should still have his favorite golf club nearby. 

It was made of aluminum alloy and could cause a lot of pain when used to hit someone. 

A few years ago, when his bipolar disorder episode occurred, 

he thought the coffee I boiled for him was too hot and used it to hit me. 

I bled profusely, in excruciating pain. 

I locked the door to my bedroom and silently waited inside the room. 

I could hear the man downstairs suddenly become enraged, like an uncontrollable beast. 

He roared and raged, cursing my mother: "What a selfish, malicious, licentious bitch." 

Then, there were screams and cries of horror from downstairs. 

And in my room, I had no expression on my face and put on my headphones. 

… 

A few days later, a report of a wealthy man murdering his wife made the front-page headlines. 

According to the report, the man with bipolar disorder killed his wife because he was unhappy about her infidelity. 

He hit her head and body with a golf club multiple times, causing her to pass out and die from loss of blood. 

The home surveillance footage was the evidence. 

The suspect, my father had been apprehended by the police.