When they left, I clearly heard Charlotte whisper in his ear, “Look, their mom and daughter are all the same.”
On the opening day of the resort that Benedict gave to Charlotte, my dad coldly ordered me to attend.
“You were so out of sorts at the banquet that day. Go play a song today.”
His tone was undeniable to me. “Don't embarrass the Winifred Family.”
I sat in front of the piano. My fingers mechanically dance on the keys. In the afterglow, Charlotte's eyes glanced my way from time to time.
As soon as the last note fell, there was a loud ‘bang’ sound. The piano cover smashed down without warning. In an instant, my heart-wrenching pain came from my ten fingers.
“Ah--”
I hurt so much that my eyes went black. I instinctively looked toward Benedict, who was not far away.
Charlotte, however, took his arm. “Don't worry about her. She's been like this since she was a kid. She can also yell at the sight of a bug.”
She shook Benedict's arm coquettishly, “Let's go and see the fountain.”
Before I passed out from the pain, I only saw their departing backs. When I woke up again, my mom was sitting by the hospital bed with red and swollen eyes.
“Gaudentia, the Roussel Family sent the best hand surgeon.”
She trembled as she stroked my bandaged hand. “I think maybe the Roussel Family isn't as scary as the legendary one.”
I asked softly, “What about my dad and my sister?”
My mom lowered her head. “Your dad accompanied Charlotte to buy a yacht. He said it was to celebrate the opening of the resort.”
I didn't say anything, but the tears couldn't stop falling down. Other than my mom, it seemed like no one in this world really cared about me. Maybe if I left, it would be the best choice.
The day I went to Benedict's villa to pack things, I raised my hand and rang the doorbell. But no one answered. I habitually entered the original password and found that it was unable to open.
I called Benedict's phone, but still had no response, as usual. Just as I was about to put down the phone, an update suddenly popped up in my circle of friends.
I saw a profile picture that hadn't been updated for three years, showing a photo of a beach. In the corner of the photo, someone in a yellow skirt with a swan pattern stared into my eyes.
I stared at the screen until my vision blurred. I tried to enter Charlotte's birthday tremblingly. And with a “click” sound, the door opened.