My Mother Defended My Bully
Language: en
The doctor told me I had three broken ribs and a ruptured spleen. I spent seven hazy days in the ICU, drifting in and out of consciousness. When I finally woke up, the room was a sterile vacuum. No flowers, no fruit baskets—not even a shadow of a person. The nurse mentioned it offhandedly while changing my IV. "Your mother came by to sign the surgical consent. She said she had a case she couldn't walk away from." I felt a ghost of a smirk pull at my cracked lips. I didn't say a word. She was a powerhouse litigator, a shark in a designer suit. She’d spent my entire childhood choosing…