“Don’t blame Vivienne. She’s now the CEO of a listed company and very busy.”
He rolled up his sleeves, deliberately showing the limited-edition vintage watch on his wrist.
“This was for my birthday last month. She specially went to an auction in France to get it for me.”
Vivienne hung up the phone. “What were you talking about?”
Lucian held her hand affectionately. “I was just saying that Dorian’s clothes are worn out and I’ll pick a few suits I don’t wear and give them to him later.”
My tone was calm, flat. “No need. I don’t like dirty things!”
Lucian’s face instantly darkened with anger. “What do you mean by that?”
I lifted my eyes and stared straight at him. “You know what I mean, don’t you?”
If it weren’t for that accident back then, it should have been my sister enjoying her life now.
Seeing my sister reduced to a child in mind was a pain I couldn’t get over.
But life must go on. In the quiet of the night, I secretly felt grateful that my sister left me two family members who were not by blood, but felt closer than blood relatives.
The night I left for graduate school in another city, Vivienne repeatedly promised me that she would take good care of my sister.