Chapter 4
My body still hadn’t been found.
No, it wasn’t that they couldn’t find it–it was that no one cared enough to look.
Evie, who had only suffered a minor injury, was already able to be discharged after two days. of rest. Despite her leg being fully healed, she still insisted on being carried out by Eric, like a princess.
I followed silently behind them, devoid even of jealousy.
Her showy behavior was meant for me to see, wasn’t it?
“Madam, what should we do about your other daughter?” the nurse asked casually as she helped with the discharge paperwork.
“That little wretch can run off wherever she wants. She’s cursed, always bringing bad luck. From the day she was born, she’s been nothing but a jinx to me!”
Mother’s eyes were filled with impatience, her malice utterly unmasked.
Yes, I was the curse put on her.
According to her; I was the reason Evie got kidnapped when we were young. Our father, rushing to save her, got distracted when there was trouble at his company and died in an accident on the way.
The company went through restructuring, and the family’s money was stolen through manipulation. Mom was forced to sell off the inheritance Dad had left behind just to make ends meet.
Gone were her days of living like a wealthy socialite.
Because of that, she blamed everything on me. Even when it became clear later that it was someone else’s scheme, she had already formed the habit of hating me.
I had grown up in an environment soaked in that hatred.
Reflecting on all I had endured, I began to think that maybe dying wasn’t so bad after all. Yet, a part of me longed to see if Mom and Eric would remain as cold and indifferent upon seeing my body. Would they still feel nothing?
“What’s wrong with my sister?” Evie asked, feigning innocence, just as she always had.
“The person you’re referring to was brought to the hospital but didn’t survive. If she were really as lively as you say, well… you’d better be careful,” the nurse stated matter–of–factly.