Later, I discovered that he left at the hotel to die that night because Juliet’s father, Roger Turner, fell ill.
He had suffered a sudden cerebral hemorrhage while drinking. His hospitalization, recovery, and subsequent recovery cost a lot of money.
Damien insisted on the best for everything. He demanded a private room, the finest nurse, an elite dical team, and top–notch rehabilitation.
He could spend tens or hundreds of thousands, or even millions for Juliet without batting an eyelash.
Yet, he treated with extre cruelty.
While Juliet enjoyed his unreserved generosity, I carried a heavy burden.
It seed that no amount of money and kindness I had shown throughout my life would be able to repay him.
For a long ti, I struggled to differentiate gratitude, guilt, and feelings. I couldn’t distinguish them clearly.
Sotis, I wondered if I really loved Damien. What did I love about him?
Did I fall in love with him when he rescued ?
Did I beco infatuated when he risked his life and rushed into the car to carry my parents’ bodies?
Or was it the mont when he gazed at with concern and fear of losing when the car exploded?
As it turns out, I was deceiving myself.
Back then, I believed Damien genuinely cared about .
I believed he loved as well.
Unfortunately, it was all just a fignt of my imagination.
Even the love I once felt for him now felt like a distant illusion.
"Sophia, aren’t you ashad to keep lingering around the Colemans? You were already an adult when you entered the Coleman family. Have so sha, will you? You’re staying here just to get close to Damien, right?"
That day Juliet fell down the stairs at the Coleman residence was the day I got discharged.
Aunty Lisa traveled to Georgeke as Damien’s father was unwell. He had been undergoing treatnt there throughout the year. This ti, Aunty Lisa intended to stay with him for about half the year.
I felt scared whenever Aunty Lisa wasn’t around. In her absence, there was no one to protect .
Damien would treat even more cruelly without her in the house.
I contemplated escaping or finding refuge in the dormitory. It didn’t matter if I had to rent a house and live in the basent.
But Damien caught in the act every ti. He always brought back and questioned how long I intended to keep up this act.
"Sophia, the sa trick loses its effectiveness once overused." Juliet stood by the staircase and looked at mockingly.
"Do you know what people are saying about you? They’re saying that you bring bad luck. You have caused the death of your parents,"
"Even Damien’s father fell ill since you joined the family. What’s the point of soone alive?"
"Shut up." I lost control of my emotions after being provoked by Juliet.
Because it was the day of my parents’ death anniversary.
In the first two years after I joined the family, Damien still rembered my parents’ death anniversary. However, he soon forgot about it.
"I would have quickly died if I were you," Juliet’s cousin sneered along with Damien’s friends, all mocking .
They never regarded as a human.
"Damien’s not back yet.
"Sophia, I heard you’re lacking a man? Co, let offer you so warmth while Damien’s away."
I shivered at their disgusting words as if it was a curse.
"Let’s go, co with ." Juliet held my wrist and dragged down the stairs forcefully.
I retreated in fear, watching as Juliet deliberately released my hand while I struggled. She sneered at and then tumbled down the stairs.
Everyone was shocked and quickly stood up.
Horror filled as I watched Juliet lay in a pool of blood on the ground. Then my gaze shifted to Damien, who had just entered. I shook my head anxiously.
It wasn’t , it wasn’t .
But nobody would believe .
Even if everyone other than Damien saw that it wasn’t , they wouldn’t defend .
"Sophia! How can you be so evil!" Eva rushed over and slapped . A punch and kick soon followed.
Touted up in the corner, holding my head. I was too scared to move.
"It wasn’t ..."
It really wasn’t .
The ambulance arrived and whisked Juliet away.
I watched as Damien anxiously lifted Juliet into his arms. He even glared at fiercely.
Everyone present bore witness to pushing Juliet down the stairs. Even the servants from the Coleman family sided with them.
At that mont, I was in a daze. I even started doubting if it was who pushed Juliet down the stairs.
Once again, I fell into the trap of self–incrimination.
I didn’t know how to explain myself. It seed wrong to explain myself, but not explaining myself was also wrong. I curled up under the stairs and waited for a very long ti.
Finally, Damien returned at dawn.
I stood up with bloodshot eyes and choked out, "Damien, it wasn’t ."
There was a resounding slap as he struck . My ears rang intensely...
My nose bled, and my hearing was muffled. I probably had a ruptured eardrum. He put a lot of force into that slap.
"Do you know that Juliet’s sister wanted to call the police? You had deliberately hurt her!" he yelled.
He then dragged up from the ground and forcefully pulled into the study.
"Sophia, have I spoiled you to the point where you dare to do sothing illegal?" he roared.
He continued, "What’s next? Do you plan on killing soone?"
I covered my face and looked at Damien, desperately wishing he would believe . I cried and pleaded, shaking my head.
"Damien, it wasn’t . It truly wasn’t ," I said, but he did not believe at all.
"Jack saw it. It wasn’t . I didn’t push her. It truly wasn’t ," I explained desperately, nearly getting on my knees as I begged him to believe .
Yet he did not believe .
"Jack said he saw you push Juliet down the stairs! Yet you still want to deny it!"
My heart sank at his words.
Right, how could I be so foolish to think that Jack would stand up for ? After all, they were the ones who spread rumors about to ruin my reputation from the start.
"If Juliet doesn’t forgive you when she wakes up, I’ll send you to prison!"
He said he wanted to send to prison. It scared . I was unwilling to accept that.
After the death of my parents, I worked desperately and studied hard. My hard work was what gave my current achievents. I refused to accept having it destroyed in such a manner.
"I refuse to go to prison. I didn’t push her!" I stared at him fearfully. My breathing was shaky.
Terrified, I stood up and found the courage to push him aside. I then desperately fled the Coleman ho.
I ran from this place I once thought was paradise but later turned out to be hell.
I ran and hid in a dark alley for a long ti. I was terrified. At that mont, I felt utterly alone.
I did not rember when I fell asleep. Nor did I recall who placed a worn but clean blanket over . I was not sure who left a cup of cheap but clean tea and a lollipop beside either.
This was not the first ti soone had left a lollipop while I was alone in the dark.
In the past, when my parents were still alive, I would frequently throw tantrums and run away from ho. Every ti I woke up, there would be a lollipop by my side.
"Who are you?" I mumbled as I looked around.
Who was the person who always silently watched over ?
"Could you take away if you aren’t human? I’m very cowardly, so I dare not kill myself."
I did not dare to die. If I could genuinely die, I would have followed my parents when they passed away.
On the day of the car accident, I saw the blood of my parents mixing with broken glass.
They said, "Sophia, you must live on. Carry a part of us and live on. Bring us along to witness the future of this world...’
I couldn’t possibly dare to die as I had been burdened with too much.
Damien had people searching for for many days, but there was no sign of . It was his and Juliet’s wedding day, but the atmosphere was not very lively.
Perhaps it was my imagination, but both Juliet and Damien did not look well.
"Damien, she’s not coming back," said Violette as she walked over. She looked at Damien and Juliet’s wedding photo and sneered before kicking it.
"How disgusting," she said.
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