I threw a screenshot of Karen’s post at his face. "If I’m not wrong, she probably blocked you from seeing this post, didn’t she?"
After he saw the photograph, Bart looked at me with an awkward gaze. "Ugh, Karen is still childish. I'll talk to her about it later. Don't hold it against her; she doesn’t mean any harm."
He did it again. As usual, he told me to not hold this matter against her. I had heard these words hundreds of times and yet I was always the one who got hurt, the one who got overlooked.
Before, I might have argued with him until the skies fell, but now, after everything I’ve been through, I was not as disappointed as I used to be. Instead, all I felt was fatigue. Maybe facing death had changed something in me.
In fact, Karen was not wrong. In Bart's heart, his god-sister would always come first. My life could not even compare to a single tear from Karen.
At lunch, my assistant, Rachel Thomas, called me excitedly, "Nora, I've got great news for you!"
Seeing her so flustered, I asked, "Rachel, what’s the matter?"