My younger sister held a diamond-studded crown.
Among the guests were classmates, teachers, and even employees from the company.
Everyone was there…
Except for me.
And then my eyes landed on the red banner hanging on the wall.
[Warmly congratulating Leo on his admission to graduate school!]
A sharp pain stabbed through my chest.
Still dazed, I barely registered the figure moving toward me.
Leo—dressed in an expensive suit, exuding an air of entitlement—spotted me in the crowd.
He immediately stepped forward, feigning concern.
“Brother, I heard you were seriously injured, and I wanted to visit you.”
“But…” He hesitated, then continued with exaggerated innocence. “But my sister told me you’ve been urinating and defecating everywhere… She said she didn’t bring you here because she was afraid you’d scare me.”
His voice carried through the air, loud enough for everyone to hear.
A wave of murmurs rippled through the crowd.
At the back, my sister—who had been cutting the cake—froze at the commotion. She quickly hurried over, a flash of embarrassment crossing her face.
“Ah… Bert, why are you back? Didn’t the doctor say you needed to stay in the hospital and recover?”