It was them who pushed me into the endless abyss, allowing the evil people to crush my self-esteem, trample on my body and let me be swallowed by despair.
But then, they were still acting as a savior and shedding crocodile tears.
How ridiculous!
“Martina is still waiting at home alone after her exams. We promised her that we would give her a graduation party, so she should not stay here. Lindsey won’t wake up for a while anyway.”
The two people walked away gradually.
The tears could no longer be stopped from falling from the corners of my eyes and for a moment I could not tell whether the physical wounds or my heart hurt more.
I thought that letting me find my family was a gift from God, but I did not expect it to be a punishment for my extravagant hopes.
When I was taken back to the Mitchell Family at the age of fifteen, I felt that my parents did not seem to like me that much.
Especially when Martina saw me, her eyes turned red and she looked timid and my parents' expressions towards me became even stiffer.
But I grew up in an orphanage and my desire for family affection seemed to have become an instinct.