I struggled to the door, opened the door and lay on the big bed where I slept for three years.
I fell asleep…
I had a dream. I dreamt that twelve years ago, the first time when I met Sean, I was only 10 years old. I went to an unfinished construction site near the orphanage.
It was winter, and there was no one on the construction site.
There, I met Sean, who was covered with sores and at the gate of death. I called him for a long time but he didn’t respond. I thought he was dead. When I was going back to the teacher in the orphanage, I heard he say in a weak voice, “Save me.”
At that time, I was thin, and I used a construction tricycle to push him out of the construction site and took him to the nearest hospital.
Because I didn’t have money, the people in the hospital refused to save him. I had to kneel down and kowtow to beg them.
Finally, a young doctor called the vice president and agreed to send him to the operating room.
I waited outside.
Later, he woke up and asked my name, said that he remembered me and he would come back to me later.
However, dreams are dreams, not reality.
The reality was that Sean Jessop woke up but I was not allowed to enter the ward but could only look at him from outside. After a while, a group of men in black suits came and transferred him to another hospital.
The bed passed by me, he saw me and smile to me, and gently grabbed my clothes.
That was our last meeting.
But that smile, was printed in my heart, even after twelve years, it was still fresh in my memory.
I woke up and found that tears soaked the whole pillow.
It was dark outside the window.
I was thirsty and hungry. At the moment my body was not so painful so I want to go to the kitchen to drink a glass of water.
Listening to the outside, I thought they should fall asleep.
However, when I just walked to the stairs and heard the voice of Molly from the living room: “How long will she stay? You promised me that room would clean out for my clothes.”
When I was curious about why she didn’t come to Jessop’s house with Sean, I heard my mother say, “Don’t worry, I will try to make her sign the agreement tomorrow and sent her packing. For the 4%of the stock, you should bear it.”
Four percent of the stock?
If it was about me, I don’t know that.
But soon, Molly said the answer, “Be really of, just for the 4 percent of the stock that Grandma said, you pick her back. Four percent is not much, and it can’t change into money. I still have to call her sister and pretend to be a good sister.”
“Do you think that I don’t feel sick to see her? She is rustic. Every time she ate as if she never had a meal in her whole life. There is no rice left in her bowl. Every time a guest comes to our house, I feel ashamed of her.”
“Quite right. I gave her some clothes that I won’t dress, she was so happy as if she picks a treasure. I’m really ashamed to say that she is my sister. I am really happy to see her being beaten today.”
“All right, when she wakes up tomorrow morning, I will let her sign the agreement. With the wedding, your grandmother won’t blame us. I stood upstairs, listening to Molly and my mother’s words, holding the handrails of the stairway and shaking very badly.
I ate my meal completely because the dean of the orphanage said that the people who made the meal would be very happy.
Most of the clothes Molly gave me I don’t like. But I am afraid that she would be disappointed and I have no other clothes to wear, so every time I will be grateful to accept her clothes.
In order to prevent the Charles family from hating me, in addition to the tuition fees funded by the orphanage, the living expenses are earned by my own work.
It turned out that my family, who I put in my heart and treasured carefully, was such a cold-blooded thing.
Just for a four percent stake.
And a well-planned substitute marriage is just an excuse to kick me out of the Carter family.