Chapter 9
I never got to see them one last time. They spoiled me so much. How were they supposed to accept my death?
I followed Ken as he rushed to the banquet to calm our parents first.
In the car, he kept talking to himself.
“Brietta, I’m sorry. It’s all my fault.
“Stop hiding. Please come back, okay?
“I swear, I’ll never be mad at you again. I’ll never hurt you because of Nadya, okay?”
Thinking about how he used to treat me, he slapped himself hard to vent.
Soon, he arrived at the banquet.
Our parents were right behind him, looking around. When they didn’t see me, they couldn’t help but scold him.
“Why didn’t you bring Brietta? She’s wearing a dress. You should’ve helped her walk.”
Mom shook her head and told Dad to drive over and pick me up.
Seeing them again after two months, both looking older, I couldn’t help but float over, wanting to hug them.
But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t touch them.
Ken quickly stopped Dad.
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“Dad, I’ll send someone to bring her here. Please just wait a bit longer.”
Though he said that, he was sweating nervously, praying they’d find me
soon.
Our parents relaxed a little and started bragging to others.
“Oh, Mr. Winston, I really didn’t expect my daughter to do so well. She’s the top scorer in the state!
“I didn’t really care how she scored. I was ready to support her no matter what. Worst case, I’d take care of her my whole life. But I never thought she’d be so capable.
“Oh, having a daughter like her is truly the greatest blessing of my life!”
Guests came up one by one to congratulate them.
Ken could only force a dry smile.
Time ticked by. It was almost time for the event, but I still hadn’t shown
- up.
Not just my parents–everyone at the banquet was getting anxious.
Then, one of his buddies suddenly remembered.
“Could she still be on the yacht?”
Yacht?
Everyone froze, especially Ken.
“What yacht? Wasn’t she doing water therapy that day?”
His friend nervously looked around, then whispered in Ken’s ear.
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“You sent me home to grab something. In the basement, I saw Brietta. She was covered in wounds. I thought she was faking it, so I dragged her to the yacht for everyone to see.
“But you just said the water therapy–so you knew she was hurt too?”
Ken frowned, processing everything.
Then he recalled a cleaner mentioning seeing a severely injured girl on the yacht. The private doctor said that the girl was Brietta.
When the ambulance came, another friend said he saw it was her. Then the nanny called about a death notice from the hospital.
All of it was connected. It was Brietta!
Suddenly, his world collapsed. His legs almost gave out.
Dad had to catch him.
