Justice didn't even glance at me, carefully escorting Zoey out. My mother heard the commotion and glanced at me at the door. She didn't ask what happened or if I was in pain. Seeing me constantly dabbing at the bleeding with tissues, she said in a tone that implied I deserved it, "Serves you right. Who told you to upset your sister?"
That woman didn't even step inside, turning around to follow and comfort my sister. Ever since I could remember, I knew that my mother didn't love me. She had my older sister with her wealthy ex-husband. After their divorce, she married my father. She always scolded my father for not earning enough and complained that I ate too much and didn't do any work.
Whenever it was windy or rainy, my mother would look out the window, worrying about whether my sister, who lived in a villa with a nanny and attended a prestigious school, was warm and well-fed. She never cared that I was dressed in thin clothes, my stomach growling from hunger. Things that others could get easily, I had to fight tooth and nail for even a little bit.
Now, it seemed I didn't want them anymore. A long time later, Justice finally came back. He looked at me, a hint of guilt on his face. My stomach was twisting in unbearable pain. Even the painkillers weren't working. I remembered what the doctor said and suddenly, I didn't want to fight anymore. I said it was Zoey who tried to hurt me with the knife.
Justice didn't seem surprised at all after hearing this. "I know. You don't have legs. There's no way you could have reached into the drawer for a knife."
I picked up a pillow and frantically hit him with it, shouting in despair. "Then why do you always say it's my fault?"
Justice frowned deeply, constantly running his hand through his hair.
"Ella, Zoey is just being childish. Why don't you indulge her a little? Besides, she won't be able to fight you for anything anymore. From now on, all our love will be yours. Everyone will focus on you. Can't you just let her have this one thing?"