No matter how many times I told myself not to be hurt by the Everett family or Sebastian, they still managed to stab me right in the heart every time.
I often wondered—were they really my family? Or were they just my enemies?
Otherwise, why did they always make things worse when I was already at my lowest?
I grabbed Nathan’s hand, barely suppressing my anger as I questioned him. "Nathan, who was it that forced me to grow up in an orphanage?"
A flicker of panic flashed across Nathan’s eyes. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but I could already guess what it would be—another fake apology. I had heard too many of those.
In the past, I pretended not to care about what he had done, just to maintain our sibling bond. I thought if I let it go, things would be fine. But I was wrong—
