My father became even more furious over the phone while I could hear Clarice pretending to be a good person in the background.
She pleaded with my dad not to be angry, saying it was all her fault.
"Clarice, quit pretending to be the saint. Don't those words make you feel sick?
"All those times you ignored me, and now suddenly, it's all your fault? Where were you back then? Get lost!"
My mom also took Clarice's side. She grabbed the phone from my dad and started scolding me.
She even threatened to cut off my living expenses if I didn't come back and apologize to Clarice.
Hearing that, I hung up the phone right away.
In my previous life, my parents were like this, too. They practically treated Clarice as their own daughter.
And I, their real son, was treated like an outsider, ordered around every day.
I stood alone by the window of my small rented room, looking out at the night view, feeling a deep sense of loneliness.
I silently vowed to myself that I would live my life to the fullest.
The next day, without any hesitation, I set off for Azuria.
Before I left, my parents kept sending me messages, urging me to come back home.