My father, on the other hand, disappeared on the excuse of going out to work and leaving me with my grandmother.
My elderly grandmother and I lived until I was ten years old with government assistance, and my grandmother died after a fall.
Later, I was sent to an orphanage.
In the orphanage, I was bullied many times because I was small and weak.
I didn't have a happy childhood, and Henry knew it.
Since the beginning of our relationship, I had told Henry everything.
Unexpectedly, my honesty had now become a bayonet in Henry's hand, stabbing me unmercifully.
Henry kept saying that I wasted eight years of his life, that I was cold-blooded and ruthless.
But I was obviously the one who paid for those eight years.
I paid for Henry's expenses during his three years of college. While others were working and studying half-time, he was already living a good life without worrying about food or clothing with my support. He used an expensive laptop, wore celebrity clothes and designer watches.
After graduation, Henry didn't want to work and focused on his painting skills. Although he had no talent, as long as he liked it, I always helped him with money.