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.