She just shot me a contemptuous glance and spat, "Money? You ruined my son, and you still think you have any? I'm telling you, all your money is going to my family."
I never blamed them for treating me like this. I thought it was my father who caused Leo to lose his leg.
I was bearing all of this for my father.
I had never cared for anyone before.
One day, I accidentally tripped while emptying Leo's bedpan, spilling it all over his face. It was right as he slept with his mouth open.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" His screams echoed through the night.
He gagged and yelled at me to get out.
Finally, at Leo's insistence, they hired two caregivers.
One for Leo and one for Sofia.
When Sofia's lease expired, she moved into the family room.
Although I didn't have to work anymore, I still had to curl up on a recliner in the corner.
Sofia watched me every minute, not allowing me to leave.
My parents had left me a large inheritance, but it still needed to go through several legal procedures before I could get it.
Sofia said all that money would have to go to her family.
Day and night, she guarded me like I was a thief, even though I had never thought of running away.
Even now, I still felt like I loved Leo.