"Claire, I will hate you for the rest of my life. Even if you were dead, you'd still owe the Danes family a life!"
"Claire, you've ended our family line. I should have beaten you to death back then!"
"Claire..."
The constant repetition of these words, along with the suffocating atmosphere, slowly twisted my mind.
Sometimes, I would blankly wonder if I truly caused all of this.
In the end, they successfully manipulated me, turning me into a puppet, following their every command.
I earned money only to hand it over to them. When they fell ill, it was my duty to care for them.
Because I caused the death of their only son, I was now obligated to care for them for the rest of my life.
In my youth, I had escaped from here with all the courage, enduring all hardships to break free from the shackles of this family. Now, it seemed like nothing but a dream, ultimately just a joke.
Since then, I ignored Lizzy. As I became the target of mistreatment, her life improved significantly.
I worked tirelessly outside, trying to fill the bottomless pit called the Danes family.
One day, a phone call from Tomas disrupted the fragile peace I had managed to maintain.