Chapter 8
Damien’s eyes immediately turned red.
“You don’t love me anymore? How could that be?
“Nelia, you’re lying to me, right?”
I had never seen him so disheveled and humble.
But in my heart, there was no longer even the slightest stir of
emotion.
“I’m not lying. Just go.”
Damien wanted to say something more but was dragged away by security.
When my family saw how indifferent I was towards Damien, they no longer dared to approach.
They watched me from afar as I walked into the banquet hall.
And I didn’t once look back.
This time, it felt like something was truly different.
After returning home, I moved into the small house I had bought with my own savings. I invited friends I hadn’t seen in a long time.
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We talked about the years gone by and exchanged our secrets.
The atmosphere was just right when the door suddenly knocked.
Peeking through the peephole, I saw my parents and Cassian.
Somehow, they had found out my address and came over to find
- me.
I didn’t open the door. Instead, I went back to my room and continued to joke around with my friends.
As the evening grew late, and my friends prepared to leave, I opened the door only to find Dad, Mom, and Cassian still standing outside.
They had a smile on their faces, holding up a bag.
“Nelia, we bought a delicious roasted fish from a famous restaurant.
“Do you want to try some?”
I raised an eyebrow. When Mom handed over the bag like it was a treasure, I lightly raised my hand.
The entire bag dropped straight into the trash can by the door.
Zara, whom I hadn’t seen in years, suddenly came rushing out. “Nelia, how can you be so ungrateful after everything Aunt and Uncle have done for you?
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“I know you’ve always felt like I took away their love for you, but I’ve already moved out. You don’t have to worry anymore.”
As she spoke, her tears started to fall rapidly.
She looked just like a fragile flower being bullied by a wicked woman like me.
After all, she had been pampered for so many years, and now, Dad and Cassian looked reluctant.
“We know we’ve wronged you and made you sad so many times, but we’re still family. Can’t we show a little understanding and tolerance?
“Zara has become more considerate. She’s moved out and is living on her own now. What else do you want us to do?”
Before I could speak, one of my friends, who had drunk a bit, had already had enough.
“Pfft, understanding and tolerance? There’s never been any mutual understanding, it’s always been Nelia who’s been asked to tolerate you!
“Besides, Zara should have moved out a long time ago. Squatting in someone else’s house and subtly pushing their daughter aside? Only you lot are blind enough to treat her like a treasure.
“She talks as if Nelia has been bullying her like she’s the one who’s been wronged.
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“I just have one question. Does anyone even remember that Nelia is allergic to fish?”
I patted my friend on the head.
“Alright, don’t get upset over people who aren’t worth it.”
People who weren’t worth it?
Was she talking about them?
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Come to think of it, how could they forget that Nelia was allergic to fish?
It seems like… Zara had once said that her favorite dish was fish.
They thought back to the many dinners at home where fish was a staple on the table, and their faces paled.
They watched me send my friends off and watched as the door once again closed in front of them.
But they no longer dared to ask if I still considered them family.
They were afraid of hearing an answer they couldn’t accept.
