THE GREATEST FIGHTER

"Is this all you get for singing all night? It's not enough to buy cosmetics!" scolded Mrs. Grace.

"That's all I get, you don't have to scold me like this," Kelly wailed.

"How can I not be angry, huh? I've offered you a job that could make you rich, but you always turn it down," Mrs. Grace was getting angry at Kelly for always fighting her.

"I don't want that job, mom! I'm afraid my sins will increase," Kelly argued.

"Hey, don't be a saint, nowadays there are women who are still virgins at a young age. If you're still thinking about sin, your life will continue to be miserable like this. And where is there anyone who cares about us who are poor. If only you had accepted this job, in a short time our lives would have been elevated and we would have become respected people," Mrs. Grace's gaze sharpened on Kelly.

"Mother, not only do I fear sin, but I pity Father. If I do the job you're offering, Dad will be dragged down and bear the sin too," Kelly replied with an excuse.

"What are you saying? Your father can't do anything. What can he do with his condition getting worse? Every day he's bedridden, and I take care of all his needs. Until I feed him and wash his poop.

As for you, what can you do for your father?"

"All my time is spent earning money, mom! I really want to take care of him," replied Kelly, who had tears in her eyes.

Mrs. Grace grabbed Kelly's long hair and yelled at her,

"Where's your day's work, huh?

It doesn't take me all day to earn money."

Kelly's half-brother Brandon helped his mother pull Kelly's long hair.

"Mercy, mom! I really can't do the job you're offering," Kelly continued to wail at her stepmother.

"You fool, you! How long are you going to treat your father's illness if you keep doing that job as a cafe singer? How much do you think your father's surgery cost, huh? One million? Two million?" snapped Mrs. Grace.

"Never mind, Kelly, you'll just have to do what mom wants. Instead of singing all day and not even having enough to eat," Brandon said.

Hearing her brother's words, Kelly was devastated.

She hoped her brother would defend her against her stepmother's coercion.

"How could you, Brandon! I'm your brother, you have the heart to turn me in too." Kelly looked at her sister with sadness.

"I'm not your sister! I don't have a brother like you who always defies mom's orders. If only you would obey mom's wishes, I would consider you as my brother." Brandon snapped as his hand continued to grab Kelly's long hair.

Since Mrs. Grace was already furious, she dragged Kelly into the bathroom and poured cold pool water over her body.

Brandon also helped his mother splash the helpless Kelly. Kelly, who was still wearing her clothes, was wet from the cold as a result of being splashed by her mother and half-sister.

Kelly's biological father, who was lying in bed, could not do anything to hear his biological daughter being tortured by her stepmother.

Mr. Hasim has been bedridden for five years due to a stroke.

Mr. Hasim could only shed his tears hearing the wailing and moaning of his biological son.

Brandon was his stepson by his second wife, Grace.