She took my hand and pulled me back toward the house. I followed her with a numb feeling and I kept silent along the road.
When we opened the door, Leonhart looked surprised to see her bring me back. He didn’t expect that after everything, she still wanted me home.
I felt exhausted. I went straight to my room and didn’t come out.
Late at night, Leonhart quietly came into my room. I opened my eyes instantly, but he thought I was still asleep.
He touched my pillow, lifted it and hid something underneath. I didn’t move or take it out.
He couldn’t wait. I had just returned and he was already using the same trick. I wanted to see whether my sister would believe me this time.
The next morning, just as expected, he cried to my sister and said I stole his watch again.
“Brother, if you like something, you can just tell me. I even gave you the watch yesterday, but you didn’t want it. Why do you always have to steal?”
My sister’s face instantly get dark upon hearing that.
"So you really can't change, huh?"
My heart instantly dropped into the deepest dark. My sister’s sharp accusation had cut the very last bit of our family ties between us.