Chapter 3

My father’s cold and indifferent attitude towards me left everyone at the office speechless.

Although everyone knew that Jack’s father didn’t get along with his older daughter, they hadn’t expected it to be to this extent.

And since I went missing, my father’s unwavering stance meant that friends stopped asking after me, and no one questioned where I had gone.

I returned to my father’s side, watching as he and his colleagues discussed my case, then followed him home.

When we opened the door to the cold living room, the table was set with cold, untouched food.

Cloe had taken leave and gone home, so all the food was prepared by my mother.

My father glanced at the closed bedroom door, silently heating up the food in the microwave before starting to eat.

In the fridge was a plate of fruit: mango, dragon fruit, pineapple, and apples.

I had heard that my sister loved mangoes, and my mother always remembered, keeping them stocked. But she never remembered that I was allergic to pineapple.

I remembered a time when my mother asked why I only ate other fruits and never pineapple.

I secretly rejoiced, thinking that my mother was finally giving me some attention.

I was still hesitating whether to answer when my mother, with a stern face, said, “Never mind, just picky. If you won’t eat it, forget it.”

Yes, I had answered that question when I first came back. At the time, my sister hadn’t been involved in anything, and I had just been found from the welfare home, so I was still very cautious.

That day, my sister had shared some of her beloved pineapple with me, strongly encouraging me to eat it. In their expectant gazes, I swallowed the pineapple, which tasted like chewing wax.

I had never eaten pineapple before, and the teachers at the welfare home never gave it to me.

At first, I found the pineapple sour, and then it numbed my mouth, and I couldn’t even taste it.

They saw me swallow the pineapple, and my sister pushed the rest of the plate toward me. “Mom, look! My little sister loves it so much! If it’s good, she should eat more.”

My mother patted my sister’s head with a pleased smile, scolding her, “Only you are so sensible!”

Then, my mother reluctantly handed me some tissues, gesturing for me to wipe away my tears. “Don’t be so childish. You’re crying over eating pineapple.”

That night, I was scratching all over, my throat swollen and unable to breathe.

“Dad, Mom…”

I couldn’t make a sound, panic rising inside me. I forced open the door and knocked on their bedroom door.

My father wasn’t home because he was working on a case, and my mother finally opened the door after a long while, still half asleep. “What are you doing awake in the middle of the night?”

“Help me… Mom, I feel terrible…”

My mother hesitated for a moment, then rubbed her tired eyes and said, “How is it to the point of needing help? You’re so spoiled.”

“Mom, what happened?” My sister’s voice came from inside the room.

My mother shot me a reproachful glare and then shouted into the room, “It’s nothing, dear, go back to sleep.”

“Go, go, go. If you’re feeling bad, go find Cloe. Let her take you to the hospital.” My mother waved her hand impatiently in my direction, pointing to Cloe’s room.

Then, she turned around and slammed the bedroom door, leaving me standing alone in the hallway.

I collapsed on the floor, clutching my aching throat, feeling as if I were dying.

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