On our way home, Renata touched my newly shaved hair and spoke like she was warning me, “Rein, you must never steal again. Let this be you first and last lesson.”
I clenched my fingers at that.
For the past three years, I asked the guards many times to send her messages. I tried telling her that I never stole Leonhart's things. That fake son framed me.
Sadly, my own sister Renata never believed me.
So this time, I didn’t even bother to explain and simply nodded obediently. “I know,” I said agreeing.
My sister smiled with satisfaction and drove me home.
As soon as the door opened colorful ribbons exploded into the air. The fake son Leonhart, whom I hadn’t seen for three years, held a party popper and smiled brightly.
“Brother, welcome home!” He acted perfectly, as if overflowing with affection. It wasn't like the jealous face he had when he accused me of stealing.
I ignored him, brushing past his shoulder as I walked further inside home.
Leonhart's smile stiffened and he looked at my sister awkwardly for help. “Why isn’t he talking to me? Is he still mad at me?”
My sister patted his head lovingly. “Rein just got out, Leon. He’s just not used to this yet. It’s not your fault.”
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