BOOK3 Chapter5
Charles turns away, refusing to look at me. “I didn’t tell him anything; it was Lily who kept reminding him.”
“Then why the transfer?”
“He kept insisting he wanted to come find you,” Charles pauses, “I couldn’t stop
him.”
Of course, Aaron is the apple of everyone’s eye in the Evans family, always getting
whatever he wants.
Even Charles had no
standards when it comes to Aaron.
I lower my gaze, quietly pondering for a moment before smiling. “It’s fine. When his expectations are let down, he will naturally want to go back home.”
I’ve never been the kind of person people like.
Once Aaron spends enough time with me, he’ll realize that it is his memories that paint me in a better light.
In reality, I’m still the same–unlikable, annoying, and the one who drags down his
status.
After moving back to my hometown, I set up a small café to earn a living. Due to managing it on my own, I have to restrict the number of guests. Gradually, it gained popularity and became a trendy spot for tourists.
At eighteen, Evelyn Swan aspired to be a successful career woman earning at million a year, so she studied computer science for its lucrative potential.
By the age of twenty–eight, Evelyn Swan only wants to stay in this
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less–than–a–hundred–square–meter shop and quietly spend the rest of her life.
Since Aaron transfers to my town, he is dropped off at my café every day after
school.
He is a smart kid, only showing his stubborn side on the first day we met again.
Charles rarely shows up. Most of the time, it is the driver who accompanies Aaron.
I can’t understand what the Evans family is thinking. If they care so much about Aaron, how could they be comfortable leaving him alone in this remote little town?
I don’t chase him away.
He is the last person in the world who shares my bloodline.
I once stayed awake for three days and nights, without rest, to care for him when he had a high fever.
I also endured numerous cuts on my hands while making the toy he wanted.
I have to admit, at our core, people are selfish. I’ve never expected anything in return for what I did for him. But after all my efforts, all I got back was his disdain, dislike, and even hatred, which left me feeling a little sad.
When he was younger, he clung to me.
He needed me to be there when he slept, and he wanted me to carry him when
we went out.
I relied on his dependence to get through the countless cold stares and injustices I faced while living in the Evans home.
But as he began to develop his own sense of self, learned to walk, and discovered the word “no,” he gradually started to pull away from me.
