"Eddie is a good boy and the son-in-law our Johanssen Family has proudly accepted. Anyone who dares to speak ill of him in the future is not welcome in our home."
At the time, I was young and sensitive. Those words touched me deeply.
That day, I swore to myself that I would spend my life repaying Susan and her parents, vowing to give them all the happiness I could.
They had given me something I’d never had before—a complete family, filled with affection and warmth.
But now...
Anthony and Margareth knelt before me, their faces pale and haggard, their eyes brimming with desperate pleas.
I couldn’t meet their gaze. I lowered my head, staring at the ground as if it could shield me from the weight of their sorrow.
Pain throbbed from the wound on my right wrist, sharp and suffocating, but it wasn’t enough to distract me from the scene unfolding before me.
Their voices trembled with emotion, their bodies quivering from the effort of pleading.
Robert, who had been watching in silence, stepped forward to help them. His tone was sharp, filled with disdain as he addressed me.