Chapter 2

The expression on Claire’s face froze completely, and she stared at me in disbelief.

I didn’t understand why she was reacting like that.

So I could only turn to Vivian across from me.

She used to be the manor’s doctor, so she could also make decisions about this kind of thing.

“I’ve been very good.”

“I ate the steak you cut just now too.”

“This time, I want a little…”

“Pain medicine, okay?”

“Please don’t sell me.”

Vivian’s face turned as pale as paper, but she still didn’t answer me.

Only my sister forced herself to stay calm and asked me.

“Adrian, what are you talking about?”

“You’re just sick.”

“You can recover if you rest properly.”

“It’s not like…”

I shook my head, my tone very firm.

“You remembered it wrong.”

“When you’re sick, you’re useless trash.”

“You either endure it, or you get sold.”

“This is the fourth attack.”

“If the doctor doesn’t give me medicine, I’ll be sold.”

Claire’s expression darkened completely.

She threw down her fork and knife, grabbed Vivian by the collar, and dragged her away.

“Come with me.”

She took Vivian into the study and slammed the door shut.

The soundproofing in the manor was very good, and only some muffled sounds faintly drifted out.

It sounded like an argument.

I felt very uneasy.

I could only look at my sister blankly, press my lips together, and continue.

“I think I did something wrong.”

“Will the steward come beat me?”

My sister’s hand shook as she held her fork.

She felt as if a wad of wet cotton had been stuffed into her chest, and looking at how cautious I was now made it hard for her to breathe.

She stood up and pushed my wheelchair, trying to comfort me.

“Adrian, no one will ever hit you again.”

“You’re already very good.”

“I still like the way you used to be.”

“You could laugh, get angry, call me Mia Gray by my full name, and even tug my ear.”

“Don’t be like this…”

“Okay?”

But I only lowered my head again and said in a weak voice.

“That would be overstepping.”

“I’d get beaten.”

“It’s my fault.”

“I won’t ask for painkillers again.”

My sister frowned tightly and didn’t answer.

She only pushed my wheelchair away.

Only Evan was left at the dining table.

After not seeing me for three years, he had originally wanted to torment me properly again.

He hadn’t expected things to turn out like this.

Every single one of them looked unbearably heartbroken for me.

So angry that he threw down his fork and knife, he ordered the staff behind him.

“Hurry and bring my son back.”

“If this useless piece of trash keeps pretending to be fragile, things will get out of hand!”

My sister pushed me to a guest room on the first floor.

The room here was so big that I wasn’t used to it, and it was far too comfortable.

I touched the soft blanket and looked up at my sister.

“Is someone living in the storage room?”

“I can move there.”

“This place is too nice.”

“It’s not suitable for me.”

“And there’s no clock here.”

“I need to wake up early to greet everyone and prepare breakfast.”

I didn’t know which sentence I had said wrong again.

My sister’s eyes suddenly turned red.

She crouched in front of me and said gently.

“Adrian, stop talking.”

“Please stop talking…”

“You won’t live in the storage room anymore.”

“We’re family.”

“I’ll treat you well from now on.”

I didn’t believe her.

During those three years, my sister, who had still been pretending to be the butler, had once said something similar.

But that very night, the steward broke into my bedroom.

He whipped me until I was half-dead.

But at this moment, I didn’t dare refute her directly, so I could only nod numbly.

Seeing me accept it, she finally smiled a little.

She left two staff members to help me wash up and rest.

Fortunately, even without a clock, those strange numbers could help me roughly tell the time.

【35:48:21】

【35:48:20】

The seconds ticked down one by one, so slowly.

I wanted to die sooner.

At three in the morning, the study door finally opened slowly.

Claire and Vivian both had injuries on their faces, clearly having fought.

Claire glanced sideways at Vivian.

“I trust that you wouldn’t really be that cruel.”

“You wouldn’t torture Adrian into this state.”

“I’ll investigate the people in the manor.”

“You investigate where those painkillers came from and how they were swapped.”

Hearing that, Vivian nodded.

When Claire passed by the kitchen, she noticed the light was on, casting a blurry figure inside.

From afar, it looked like me.

I stood there, calmly raising a knife and stabbing it toward myself.

The sight made all the hair on Claire’s body stand on end, and she shouted.

“No!”

She rushed toward me and grabbed my hand holding the knife with all her strength.

Not far away, Vivian heard the commotion and hurried over too, immediately knocking the knife out of my hand.

Claire looked at me and questioned me in terror.

“Adrian, are you insane?”

“Why are you trying to kill yourself?”