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.

heart. I took a deep breath, struggling to keep the

of my mother. Jack told me she was insane and got locked

disappeared from my world. Yet, I longed so

a happy time when I lived with my grandmother, but then Jack prospered and sent

why he brought me back home was also to make me a better asset for him,

to fit in, but I had a stepmother

feeling like

in a family

lonely,

adrift in

that I realized I had no way

me feel like

perceptible bitterness. "But even so, I

I studied hard to prove my worth

home."