My Weight Loss, Her Meltdown
But instead of going straight to my room, I hid around the corner on the second floor and listened to the conversation between Walter, Ingrid, and Freya.
"Mom, Dad, I don't care about the consequences anymore. I really want Dakota dead! How dare she hit me? I can't even talk properly now!"
Walter said in a low voice, "Calm down. At the rate things are going, she'll soon be too fat to walk. Once she's stuck in bed, she'll be completely at your mercy!"
After their conversation ended and I heard them coming upstairs, I quietly slipped back into my bedroom.
Based on how things went in my past life, I had three more months left before I would be too fat to walk. This time, I'd like to see who was
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