However, my usually gentle wealthy mother called me in a rage, "You ungrateful little brat! If you don't come back and work on your programming, do you want our whole family to starve?"
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As I opened my eyes again, I was greeted by the lavish decor of this grand house. I glanced at my wristwatch and saw it was already 2 AM.
The entire family was silent, so I quickly shut down my computer and prepared to go to bed.
Suddenly, the nanny appeared behind me. "Emma, going to bed so early today?" she asked.
I jumped in surprise and patted my chest. "Yeah, I'm just tired today."
The nanny nodded and stepped back, allowing me to continue tidying up before heading to sleep.
Just then, Mrs. Smith rushed down in a silk nightgown. "Emma, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Mr. Smith followed closely behind her from upstairs. "I'll call the family doctor right now! You can't be sick before the competition, Emma!"
I couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.
Growing up in an orphanage, I had longed for the warmth of a family. When I was first recognized by them, they took great care of my health, and I naively thought how wonderful it was to have a family that cared for me.