As soon as I got home, they urged me to take off the beautiful clothes because they rented them and had to return them to the owner. At that time, I always envied my sister for living a princess-like life with the best food, clothing, housing, transportation and travel. I even fantasized that my parents would see my goodness one day and give me a little love.
Day after day, year after year then passed. My fantasy was replaced by disappointment bit by bit. Until even the disappointment was enough, but it eventually turned into despair.
At this point, Olivia suddenly stopped throwing tantrums as she walked towards me step by step.
“Anastasia, Dad didn’t mean it. Please just forgive him. Does the wound still hurt? Do you want me to help you deal with it?”
When Olivia stretched out her hand to hold my arm as she looked at me with fake pity, I mercilessly shook her off. Although I didn’t even use any force, she shouted and fell quickly even though my palm pressed the broken pieces of the teacup so that she wouldn’t get hurt.