"Don’t think that just because Vivian can’t return to the Gardner family for the time being, you’ve truly become the eldest daughter of the Gardner family."
"If you’ve fallen, go to the hospital yourself. I won’t take you."
Emily bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes for a long time before she finally couldn’t hold back and ran away crying.
My brother stared at her back, then stiffly closed the door and sat down.
"Vivian, don’t worry about her. She’s a bad habit. Today, I’ll be with you no matter what."
I looked at the chopsticks he held upside down in his hand and lowered my eyes calmly. He checked his phone over twenty times in ten minutes. Then he answered a call and told me, apologetically, "Vivian, something urgent has happened at the company. I’ll pick you up tomorrow for a dress fitting." Before I could respond, he hurried away.
I put down my chopsticks and scratched the red bumps that kept popping up on my arms.
I opened my drawer and found I’d finished my allergy medicine. I had no choice but to put on my coat and go to the hospital.
At the hospital stairwell, as I emerged with my medicine, I saw Emily, sobbing in grief, and her brother, coaxing her softly.