“You liar!” I clenched my teeth until they almost broke.
But I was only a ghost now and no one could hear my anger or grief.
“But as his brother-in-law, I won’t hold it against him. Still, he shouldn’t have risked his life like that.”
“Walter, stop making excuses for him. Tell him to come back. I’ll even apologize, alright?”
Then, a cold voice interrupted him. “And why should you do that?”
It was my girlfriend, Winona Palmer. Her eyes were like ice as she glared at the Walter.
“He tried to take Justin’s glove in minus fifty degrees and now he’s the victim? Tell him we don’t buy that act. If he doesn’t come back today, then he should never come back at all.”
I stared at her, tears falling down my face.
Winona… you think I’m like that, too?
The wrinkles on Walter’s face deepened with sorrow. “Sir, Madam… he was still your son. He was your brother. Your fiancé…”
“Hah.” My mother let out a cold laugh. “I don’t have a son who went off having fun outside while I was dying.”
“That’s right. When my wife was heavily ill back then, her biggest wish was to see her son one last time. And where was he? It was Justin who stayed by her side.”
My sister let out a cold snort. “After everything we’ve done for him, he still turned out to be an ungrateful brat.”
No...
That’s not true...
I shook my head, tears welling in my eyes.
Mother, on the day your life was in danger, I didn’t even know.
Justin sent me a message from Isabel’s phone saying you were fine. That’s why I went to celebrate my friend’s birthday that day.
A sigh escaped my lips.
Justin spoke softly, almost sounding hurt. “Nathan always hated me, I know that. I’ll move out, so he can come back. Don’t worry, I’ll never bother him again.”
“Wait!” My mother stopped him and then she turned to look at Walter.
“Winona is right. In this family, the son-in-law matters more than the real son. If he won’t come back today, then he’s no longer a part of this family.”
Pain pierced through my chest.
I pressed my hand over my empty chest and clenched my teeth.
Don’t worry. I already stopped wanting to be part of this family.
I wrote it before I died, didn’t I?
In my next life, I will never be part of the Miller Family again.
That night, Justin didn’t show up for dinner.
My sister went to the office and Winona was about to leave, too. But after hesitating for a moment, she turned back, carrying a tray of food. She knocked on Justin’s door.
“Winona?”