"That night, if any of you had looked at me a few more times, I would have exposed their lies. But no one did. In your eyes, I was already unworthy of the Jones name.
"So I go by Vivian Walker. Mr. Jones, please remember that."
3
Everyone fell silent.
Freya suddenly rubbed her head against my pant leg, occasionally looking up at me.
She seemed to say, "I want to go out and play."
But Dylan was standing at the door. How could I take her out? I bent down to pick up Freya and comforted her while waiting for Dylan's response.
Time passed slowly in this tense situation.
Dylan laughed softly and said, "So you knew all along..."
His voice had a tone of helplessness, probably not expecting that I had allowed all this.
"So, there's nothing to talk about. I don't hate you all, and that's it."
After saying that, I prepared to close the door and ignore him.
Dylan panicked. "I didn't come with any other intentions. Mom and Dad just want to see you. It's not what you think."
I looked at him amusingly. "What do you think I'm thinking?"
Dylan was stunned. After realizing, he hurriedly tried to explain, but I didn't want to listen anymore. Or maybe it was just too late.