My knees went weak for a moment, but I steadied myself against the wall. It made me not to hesitate. After that, I walked slowly to the nurses’ station while holding on to the wall for support before I signed my own discharge papers.
When I returned to the Wyatt mansion, it was eerily quiet. I went straight to my room and began packing. There wasn’t much. It was just one small suitcase. That was all I had left.
After I finished, I went downstairs to get some water. Just as I reached the living room, I heard the sound of laughter outside. They were back.
My parents entered first, carefully supporting Adeline as she limped inside. Brian followed close behind. His eyes were full of tenderness as he looked at her. The four of them chatted happily as if nothing had happened.
When they saw me, Brian’s steps faltered. For a brief second, I caught a flash of heartache in his eyes as he noticed my pale face.
But before he could speak, Mum rushed to me, her voice sharp and full of blame as she confronted me, "Lilian, what’s wrong with you? Why didn’t you tell us you were being discharged? Do you know how worried we were about you?"
Dad immediately added, "Adeline already explained what happened. She said she lost her balance that day and accidentally dragged you into the fire. Out of guilt, she pushed you away to save you. She didn’t mean it!"
"And you … you’re being ungrateful, leaving the hospital on your own and throwing a tantrum?"
Adeline lowered her head, her expression pitiful and weak. But at the corners of her lips, there was a subtle, triumphant smile. It was a smile meant only for me to see.
She looked at me like a victor claiming her prize.
I stared at them all and suddenly laughed bitterly.
"Worried about me? So worried that during my three-day coma, you only cared about Adeline and never once came to see me?"
My eyes shifted to Adeline as I coldly said, "Adeline, this time you’re claiming you ‘lost your balance’ again? You really do change your excuses quickly."
This time, I looked at them coldly. I was no longer the obedient girl they used to know.
I coldly warned them, "Watch your precious daughter carefully. If she dares to lay a hand on me again, I won’t hold back. If I’m not happy, I won’t let her be happy either."
After that, I turned and walked up the stairs. I didn’t even look back at their shocked and furious faces.