He rolled up his sleeves, deliberately showing the limited-edition vintage watch on his wrist.
“This was for my birthday last month. She specially went to an auction in France to get it for me.”
Vivienne hung up the phone. “What were you talking about?”
Lucian held her hand affectionately. “I was just saying that Dorian’s clothes are worn out and I’ll pick a few suits I don’t wear and give them to him later.”
My tone was calm, flat. “No need. I don’t like dirty things!”
Lucian’s face instantly darkened with anger. “What do you mean by that?”
I lifted my eyes and stared straight at him. “You know what I mean, don’t you?”
If it weren’t for that accident back then, it should have been my sister enjoying her life now.
Seeing my sister reduced to a child in mind was a pain I couldn’t get over.
But life must go on. In the quiet of the night, I secretly felt grateful that my sister left me two family members who were not by blood, but felt closer than blood relatives.
The night I left for graduate school in another city, Vivienne repeatedly promised me that she would take good care of my sister.
In my despair, I clung to her like a lifeline and believed her.
At first, she truly did everything perfectly.
It was as if she wanted to give me all the love my sister never got to finish giving.
Every two weeks, she would fly to my city, afraid that I would feel wronged or alone.
“Dorian, when the first snow falls, we’ll have our wedding. We’ll be the happiest couple in the world.”
Norwyn City’s seasons are usually as warm as spring, but that winter was especially cold.
The weather forecast said there would be a once-in-fifty-years first snow on Christmas Day.
I used the money I earned from my part-time job to buy a diamond ring and secretly bought a ticket home, planning a surprise for them.
But when I opened the door, what met my eyes was… my sister, chained and emaciated. And before her… two naked bodies, tangled together.
I felt as if I’d fallen into an ice cave, trembling all over, unable to stop myself from wanting to vomit.
I didn’t know whether I was angrier at them for abusing my sister or outraged by their betrayal of me.
The two most important people in my life had both betrayed me.
My mind went completely blank—but my sister saw me first.
Always so clean and tidy, she was now covered in filth, her hair like a bird’s nest, holding out a dirty steamed bun to me.
“My little Dorian… eat…”