On the day I was discharged from the hospital, Benedict actually took the initiative to contact me. He asked to meet at the most expensive revolving restaurant in the city centre. He pushed over an exquisite gift box with a light blue scarf inside.
“I will fulfil the engagement, as long as you no longer target Charlotte.”
I laughed at myself. “No need, it was originally my sister's wedding.”
“That day Charlotte was not feeling well,” he explained in an unprecedented way.
Before the words fell, Charlotte appeared with high heels. She held the latest model of the season's bag on her shoulder. The silk scarf, however, was just a matching item that was given to her when she bought the bag.
“Gaudentia.” She affectionately took Benedict's hand. “I purposely asked Benedict to pick out a gift for you. Do you like it?”
That bag of hers was the same colour as the silk scarf, which made my eyes hurt. I forced a smile. I pinched my nails deep into my palms.
When I got home, I saw my mom limping down the stairs with her hands.
“Mom!”
I rushed over to help her, but I felt a bruise on her wrist. “Did Charlotte push you again?”