The question I usually threw at her, made Clara freeze for a long while. Then her face turned red and she wrinkled her eyebrows in displeasure, “Are you criticizing my action? Do you know that throughout the time you served your time in prison, I did my best to look after your family, without asking anything from you."
"However …. " Clara paused. "My parents are already old and they yearned for grandchildren. I was just fulfilling their wish … that's reason for the Robbie and his siblings’ existence. Can you understand my reasoning and accept this?"
She spoke so lightly of her "sacrifices," as if I was the one in the wrong. Yet she never once mentioned the promise she had made to me. She acted as if I was the one who wronged her.
I tilted my head back and deliberately made tears fill my eyes.
I was born into a family that favored my younger brother. At that time, Clara was the one who pursued me relentlessly. She told me I deserved to be loved. This made me immediately fall for her.
To repay that love and protect it, I quit my high-paying job to start a business with her.
She said she hated flattery, so I handled all the external affairs while she managed things internally.