But at this moment, I humbly stepped forward to apologize.
"Matthew, please don't be mad. If you don't like it, I'll find you something else."
"I chose it because you liked the copy Ruby gave you, and I thought you would prefer the original..."
Before I could finish my words, Matthew threw the cup in his hand to the ground, annoyed.
"Shut up! How can you compare to Ruby? She is gentle and kind, unyielding despite being born at the bottom of society. You are such an arrogant and domineering idiot, you are not even fit to carry her shoes! Even the sight of you makes me sick!"
My nails dug deep into my palms, blood dripped out, but I didn't feel any pain at all.
Ruby James was a distant relative of my aunt. Because her parents both passed away, she came to live with us.
The rare book was a treasure in our family library. I saw Ruby copying it every day, then made a book out of the pages and gave it to Matthew.
At that time, he looked like he had found a treasure, his face all lit up.
I thought he must really like this rare book.
To get my family's approval, I copied a hundred volumes of scriptures as an offer to our ancestors.
But he discarded it like a worn-out shoe.