That day, my parents went out shopping, and I pretended to wander around while following them.
Hearing their conversation, I was speechless.
“Where did that brat go? He left the Turner residence. What’s he running around for? Wasting the good backing I found for him.”
“Exactly, Ms. Turner has asked about him several times this year.”
“If I knew where that brat was, I’d tie him up and send him back to the Turner residence immediately.”
“Yeah, look how good the Turner family are. They bought us a house, a car, and even helped our sons find good wives. What more could we ask for?”
My parents hadn’t visited me once in all the years I’d been away from home.
At first, I hoped they would come to see me or use the money they earned to redeem me.
Gradually, I stopped expecting it. They probably had forgotten they even sold a son.
After hiding for two years, I finally found time to visit my parents, only to discover they still remembered me.
They only remembered the me who lived well at the Turner residence
It seemed I couldn’t return to this home.
I took an overnight bus back to the town.
After sleeping for two days, I decided to try working as a waiter in a hotel in town.
This job was simple and wouldn’t attract much attention.
The boss interviewed me. He saw that I looked good, and let me start that day.
I had never worked a job before. On my first day, I didn’t expect to face discrimination in such a simple job.
“Hey, Grayson, go to the front. The manager is looking for you,” someone said, giving me a dirty look.
When I went over, the manager was sweating profusely.
Seeing me, he waved me over. “You’re just in time. We have a difficult guest. No one else wants to serve her. It’s up to you. Don’t offend this lady. She’s a rich client.”
I had no choice but to push the door open and ask her what she needed.
The girl on the other side stared at me for a long time.
“Why do you look familiar?”
“You must be mistaken. How could I be someone you know? Miss, what do you need?”
“Is your last name Miller?” She stood up and walked around me, looking me up and down in my uniform.
“I think you are Grayson, right? You were with the Turner family in Evolle City. I once saw you from afar at a banquet with my parents. You were with Miss Turner.”
“You must be mistaken. I’m a local here and have never been to Evolle City,” I said, startled that someone recognized me, but I tried to brush it off.