Rewriting My Heart's Fate

Mr. Fraser stared at me, his expression a mix of shock and anger, but it quickly settled into a calm demeanor. Various emotions swirled within him for a long time before he finally looked at me intently.

"I only have one question. Have you been well all these years?"

I stood frozen, taken aback by his complex expression, my heart mixed with emotions.

His question was simple yet profound as it unexpectedly brought to light the thoughts I had buried deep inside.

I took a deep breath, trying to make my voice steady and resolute. "These years, I haven't been too good, but not too bad as well. Life has its ups and downs, but I've learned to be strong."

I spoke slowly, my gaze fixed on his face. I could feel that behind Mr. Fraser's words lay countless truths-truths he wanted to say but didn't dare to voice.

"The only condition for my departure back then was that I hoped Jack would take good care of you. So, I'm eager to know if he has treated you well all these years."

I almost laughed at the absurdity of his words. How could Jack possibly treat me well?

As my biological father, he had treated me like a commodity, eager to gain benefits from me at any chance he got.

landed like a heavy blow, striking my already fragile heart. I took a deep breath, struggling to keep the

had no memory of my mother. Jack told me she was insane and got locked away in a mental hospital. Eventually,

so she disappeared from my world. Yet, I longed so desperately

my grandmother, but then

was also to make me a better asset for him, helping him gain more

me to fit in, but I had a stepmother and a younger sister, and I felt

like you

a family can

lonely, like

adrift in their

then that I realized I

me, even ignored me, making me feel like I was an

with barely perceptible bitterness. "But even so, I never gave up

I studied hard to prove my worth and to

home."