“Watch her. Without my permission, she is not to get up.”
Carlos cast me a cold, indifferent glance before throwing down his final words and walking away, Tessa’s hand in his grasp.
The midwinter snow arrived without warning, blanketing the ground in an unforgiving frost. Blood from my torn palms froze over, hardening into icy crusts.
I let out a bitter laugh, so even leaving was this difficult.
I didn’t know how long I knelt there. Snow piled on my shoulders, weighing me down like the crushing burden of my fate. The biting cold seeped into my bones, making me shiver uncontrollably.
Then, I heard laughter.
Stephen came running over, holding a lipstick in his hand, bouncing with excitement. His grin stretched wide, his voice filled with cruel amusement.
“It’s freezing, isn’t it? Hahaha, Auntie really had a good idea! Dad is furious. Maybe you’ll freeze to death, you wicked woman.”
Hearing this, what else was left for me to not understand?
I looked at him, my voice quiet.
“Stephen, do you really hate me that much?”
He pouted, crossing his arms.
“Of course! Auntie said you’re a bastard, just like that gigolo father of yours. You love ruining other people’s families! My mom died because of you!”