- 5.
Ashley scoffed.
“You’re dreaming if you think you can just
leave after living the high life at the Millers‘
for over twenty years.
Do you think you can ever repay all that?”
I lowered my head.
I couldn’t understand these people.
They hated me.
I wasn’t even a Miller.
Now that I was leaving, wouldn’t that make
them happy?
In the end, I stayed at the Millers‘ for the time
being.
<
My old master bedroom had become
Brandon’s room.
Now, I was in the maid’s room, a place I’d
never set foot in before.
I didn’t complain.
I went to bed early.
Even in that soft bed, I still had nightmares.
I dreamt of my days in the mental hospital.
Those terrible people didn’t care about my
cries and tore at my clothes.
I begged them, telling them that my family
and my fiancée would never let them get
away with it!
But my resistance only made them more
violent.
They laughed at me for daydreaming.
They laughed that I thought I was still the
Millers‘ oldest son.
They laughed at my stupidity.
Because everything that had happened to me
L
was approved by the Miller family and Emily!
Again, I woke up from a nightmare.
I felt cold all over.
