Chapter 2
Quinn said I had an overdeveloped sense of morality and that I’d regret it someday.
But for all her scolding, she would still secretly slip me money.
Later on, Quinn often called them three ungrateful brats. Back then, I would still defend them.
Now I see Quinn wasn’t wrong – they really were ungrateful brats.
But if I could go back six years, I would still take them in without hesitation.”
I snapped out of my thoughts and held onto the wall as I walked into the hallway. But the next moment, I saw Sean coming out of the room next
door.
He was one of the two brothers I had taken in. The skinny teenager had grown taller than me as an adult.
Sean frowned when he saw me out of bed.
“Where are you going?”
“It’s boring in the room. I wanted to take a walk!”
I tried to brush past him, but he grabbed my wrist tightly.
“Rosie isn’t fully recovered yet. Don’t think about running off.”
My heart felt like it had been doused with ice water. I tried to shake him off, but I was too weak.
“Sean, let go of me, damn it!”
As we struggled, Rosie’s voice came from the
“Is that Zoe outside? Let her in.”
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“I owe my recovery all to her. I want to thank Zoe in person.”
Sean forcefully dragged me into the room.
The movement pulled at my wounds, and my face went deathly pale.
But Sean didn’t notice anything wrong. As soon as we entered, he rushed straight to the bed.
He didn’t look at me once.
There were three men in the room – all the boys I had raised.
Now these three men were hovering around Rosie.
Lucas was feeding her ginseng soup. When he saw me, he didn’t even pause.
Rosie waved her hands saying she didn’t want more, but her eyes gleamed with triumph as she looked at me.
“Zoe, please tell them to stop. I’ve said I don’t want ginseng, but they insist on feeding me.”
“Just one more sip. You just had surgery and a major blood transfusion. You need to replenish your strength, Lucas coaxed, giving her a few more spoonfuls.
My throat felt like it was on fire. The bitterness in my heart threatened to overwhelm me.
Rosie looked nothing like a sick person. Her face was rosy, her eyes bright. She looked healthier than me.
“If you don’t want it, just pour it out,” I said flatly, wanting to leave as soon as possible.
To my surprise, Rosie burst into tears at my words.
“Zoe, do you hate me? I know I owe my life to you. But if you don’t like it, I won’t get treatment.”
Lucas and Sean rushed to comfort her.
Henry, the other brother, pointed at me angrily.
“Zoe, you’ve gone too far! Rosie just wanted to apologize. Why have you been glaring since you came in?”
I wasn’t glaring.
My wounds had reopened.
The sharp pain was consuming me, not to mention I had just lost half my blood.
A nurse walked in at that moment. She was startled to see me and quickly helped me to a chair.
“Miss, are you feeling unwell? Even your lips are white.”
My heart felt like it was being stabbed by countless needles.
A stranger could see something was wrong, but they couldn’t. They all stood by Rosie’s bed scolding me.
I couldn’t stay any longer.
11:22 AM
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I thanked the nurse and left.
