After Being Abused to Death by My Foster Mother, I'm Reborn

Because my blood type was Rh-negative, Ella Taylor adopted me.

Every half a month, she drew some blood from me.

Besides that, she beat and scolded me every day.

Half a year later, I fainted on the playground.

After learning about my physical condition, the teacher called the police.

After I was rescued, I was adopted by a kind rural woman named Ada White.

Just when I thought my life was finally ushering in the dawn, Ella appeared and called her Mom.

I became her blood supply station again and finally died tragically in the pigsty.

When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day when Ella wanted to adopt me.

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"Can you give me some water?"

I lay on the bed, and my bright red blood was drawn through a transparent tube. I felt my body getting lighter and lighter, and my mouth was dry.

Hearing that, Ada poured me a glass of water.

Before it reached my mouth, Ella who was pregnant snatched it away.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

Ada felt sorry for me and said, "Give her some water. After all, you still need her blood."

Hearing that, Ella walked up to me with the glass of water. "Bella Moore, do you want some water?"

I nodded.

I hadn't eaten for five days or had any water for two days.

Ella seemed to have a conscience suddenly and was going to feed me water.

Just as my mouth was about to touch the water, she let go of her hand.

The water was spilled all over the ground.

"No water for naughty children."

Her voice was like the devil's whisper. Those words made me crazy.

I looked down at the water on the ground and wanted to lick it.

But I had no strength left.

Soon the transparent bag was filled with my blood. Ella directly pulled out the needle from my arm and left with the blood bag.

My blood oozed out from the needle hole, and Ada came over to pressed it. "Bella, don't resent your mother. She has her own difficulties."

I wanted to say that she was not my mother.

But I didn't even have the strength to speak. I felt my brain suddenly tighten and my eyelids gradually became heavy, then I fainted.

In a daze, I heard Ada calling Ella.

Ella came over, checked my breathing and took my pulse.

Then she said with disdain, "She is almost dead."

Ada was so anxious that she was spinning around. "Call 911."

"No. You want her to continue to harm me? Just throw her away."

"But..."

Ada didn't dare to refute Ella at all, and then I felt someone picking me up.

Soon I smelled a foul odor of feces.

I did farm work every day, so I was very familiar with that smell.

It was a pigsty!

Ada was about to throw me into the pigsty, but my desire to survive made me open my eyes, but I couldn't see anything.

I desperately grabbed the clothes of the person around me.

"Ada... don't... throw me away. I'm not dead yet. I can still supply blood to Ella. Please..."

"Wait a minute."

Ella's voice gave me hope.

But the next second, my mouth was pinched open and a pungent liquid entered my mouth.

I subconsciously took a few big gulps before I realized it was pesticide.

"This way even if someone finds her, we can say she accidentally drank the pesticide."

Ella's vicious words made me know that I completely had no hope.

The next second, I was thrown heavily to the ground.

A pain came from the back of my head, and a group of pigs swarmed over me.

I felt that my stomach was being ripped open.

I screamed in pain.

Gradually, I lost consciousness.