Chapter 4
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“Bang-” The door was suddenly pushed open.
Charlotte stepped in on her high heels. She casually threw her bag on the sofa. “Charlotte, why did you push my mom?” I couldn’t help but open my mouth.
“Who made her a mistress?”
She raised her hand and slapped my mom in the face. My brain exploded. By the time I reacted, my slap had already been thrown in Charlotte’s face.
“I’ll say it again to you that my mom is not a mistress! My mom only entered the door three years after your mom died!”
I was shaking all over. My mom pulled me back in a panic.
She said, “Don’t argue. Please, don’t argue, we’re all family.”
Charlotte sneered, “Stinker bitch! Whose family is with you?”
She slapped again with her backhand. My mom staggered and hit the wall. The bright red palm prints immediately surfaced on her face.
I completely broke down, but my raised hand was interrupted by a loud shout in the air.
“Gaundetia, what are you doing?”
I looked up. Benedict stood in the doorway. He was still holding the shawl that Charlotte had dropped in his hand.
Charlotte instantly changed her face. She jumped into his arms, sobbing.
“Benedict, my sister, she’s going to beat me.”
I looked at his arm around Charlotte’s hand, tightly. I also looked at the dislike of me in his eyes. I suddenly felt incomparably ridiculous.
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
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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.
The phone’s ringtone/rang suddenly in the empty villa.
“Is there anything wrong?” Benedict’s voice came from the receiver with the usual coldness.
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“I came to pick up some things.”
My voice was calm, “No one’s home.”
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“Yes, of course.” He paused. “I’m accompanying Charlotte to look at the stores at the resort.”
There was a hint of impatience in his tone. “I’ll do what I say about the engagement.”
After saying that, he hung up the phone. A string of rosary beads rolled down from the drawer. A crisp sound rolled out on the ground.
I squatted down and looked at this “gift” he casually threw to me. I suddenly burst into tears of laughter.
I deleted all of the photos and contact information about him from my cell phone for a long time. I then went straight to the airport.
“Do you want a window seat?” The staff asked in front of the check–in counter.
I answered softly, “No need. There’s nothing good.to see here.”
Benedict, I would never see you again in the future!
