Whenever important exams were approaching, he'd take me out for fun—whether it was an amusement park or an arcade, he didn't hesitate.
The next day.
Jeremy brought out breakfast, forcing a bitter smile.
"I just wanted to make you happy, Susan, but now I'm the bad guy in everyone's eyes."
I joined in the act: "Sorry, Uncle Jeremy. I didn't expect Mom to be so upset."
"As long as you understand, Susan, that's enough. It's okay—we're family."
"Oh, by the way, Uncle Jeremy, is Emma coming to stay with us?"
"How did you know..."
"Even though I'm moving back home, Emma can't stay in my room. But we do have that storage room—she can squeeze in there, right?"
Jeremy's smile visibly twitched.
In my previous life, after Jeremy deliberately led me astray, his daughter Emma, who was a year older than me, moved into our home.
She enjoyed my bedroom, took my place in the household, and lived my life.
A few days later.
Through a door, I overheard an argument between father and daughter.
"Dad, didn't you say I could stay in the master bedroom? How am I supposed to sleep in that crummy storage room?"