It was the first time Weston had seen me like this and a look of bewilderment flashed in his eyes.
The next second, a large hand suddenly appeared and forcefully pushed me to the ground.
Fiona, who had rushed over upon hearing the noise, had a cold expression. She said with a displeasure tone.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Zion? It's just a stupid bracelet. Why are you yelling at a child over it?"
I sat paralyzed on the ground, numbly looking at the aloof woman before me.
To her, it was probably just a worthless bracelet, but to me, it was all I had left.
Ten years ago, an earthquake levelled my hometown. My mother shielded me with her body, taking a concrete slab through her chest just to keep me alive.
From then on, I had no mother.
It wasn't until I was fifteen that Cynthia found me and sponsored my schooling, allowing me to feel a sliver of warmth from a family again.
Fiona must've realized she'd gone too far. She pushed Weston out of the room and shut the door behind him.
Then she knelt beside me, helping me to the bed. She wiped away my tears and said softly.