Chapter 2
The group chat, which had just fallen silent, suddenly became lively again.
Everett: [At least Zara knows how to behave. Nelia, you should really learn from her.]
Seraphina: [Exactly. You don’t compare to Zara at all. You should reflect on yourself.]
Cassian: [Just apologize properly. No need to act like you don’t know anything. You really have a rotten heart!]
In the face of their insults, I didn’t cry or argue like I used to.
After all, this had happened far too many times over the years.
I knew that no matter what I said, they wouldn’t believe me.
So why waste my breath?
I calmly muted the group chat, unpinned it, and didn’t say another word.
Thankfully, after the pain passed, my wounds started to slowly heal.
My time in the hospital was relatively peaceful.
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Compared to the constant stream of visitors in other wards, mine was eerily quiet.
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Only a few friends took time off to visit me, but they had their own lives to tend to and couldn’t be there all the time.
Even the nurse couldn’t help but ask if there was no one left at home to care for me.
I just smiled and thanked her for her concern.
I never expected that, ten days before the wedding, I would suddenly see my parents and Cassian in the hospital. They had never come to visit me before.
They looked anxious, and worry was written all over their faces.
It would be impossible to say that my heart wasn’t stirred, but it only lasted for a brief moment.
I knew very well that they weren’t here to see me.
As expected, the elevator doors opened, and Zara was wheeled out by a man.
When she saw my parents and Cassian, a joyful smile spread across her face. “Auntie, Uncle, Cassian, what are you all doing here? I just twisted my ankle, nothing major.”
“You poor thing, twisting your ankle isn’t trivial at all. Must have hurt so much.”
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Seraphina’s eyes were full of tenderness.
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I quietly watched from the corner, lowering my head to glance at my ankle, which had almost fully healed.
During the rehearsal for that wedding, Zara pushed me, causing me to fall and twist my ankle.
But back then, Seraphina had wrapped Zara in her arms.
She had said,
“It’s just a twisted ankle. How bad can it hurt? Zara didn’t do it on purpose!”
She told me not to argue with Zara over something so trivial, yet now, she was saying that twisting an ankle was a big deal.
I took a deep breath, feeling like a fish stranded on the shore.
My home was so close, yet I couldn’t return.
I would never be able to go back.
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