Neera didnât even bat an eyelid and looked at him calmly. She asked, âIf they are the ones who wronged me, why are you the one apologizing?â
Wilfrid wore a bitter expression. âAfter all, they are my parents. If theyâve done something wrong, as their son, I naturally canât stand by and do nothing.â
âOh?â Neeraâs voice rose at the end. âSo, if they commit heinous crimes, like murder or arson, and have to go to jail, would you also take their place?â
Caught off guard by the question, Wilfrid fell silent for a long while, unable to figure out how to respond.
Neera sighed inwardly and said, âThey are them, and you are you. Whatever they do, you canât stop it, nor do you have any reason to take their place. Regardless of what theyâve done, it has nothing to do with you. You donât need to shoulder all the mistakes. Iâve told you this before. Why canât you understand?â
Wilfridâs hands were placed under the table, gripping tightly to the point where his fingertips were turning somewhat pale.
He now felt that he had no dignity left to face her. Sitting in front of her at this moment, he was filled with nothing but shame, embarrassment, and a deep sense of remorse.
This feeling, he just couldnât shake it off from his heart, no matter what.
Even if Neera said so, he still couldnât find peace of mind.
âSis, I know youâve been good to me. Youâve never blamed me for anything. But I canât just stand by when it doesnât concern me. They are my biological parents, yet they keep making mistakes over and over again, hurting you. I regard you as my real sister. I⦠I feel so upset inside. Sis, Iâm sorryâ¦â
Neera knew that he was a kind-hearted child, so it was only natural for him to think this way.
Another sigh escaped her lips. She paused to choose her words, then spoke again.
âI know you feel sorry for their actions, but let me reiterate, in my eyes, you are you; they are them. I have never seen you as their son, nor have I associated you with them. To me, you are just you, my little brother, and thatâs all.â
Upon hearing these words, Wilfrid was taken aback, deeply moved in his heart.
He always knew his sister had always cherished him dearly.
When he was young, it was so. As he grew up, it remained the same.
Even though she had left this home and his parents had never treated her well, and even though the two hadnât seen each other for many years, she still sincerely considered him as her younger brother, just like a real one.
Knowing all this only made Wilfrid feel even worse.
He couldnât understand why his parents were so harsh, even cruel, toward his sister.
If you dislike her so much, then why did you adopt her in the first place?
In this state of extreme turmoil and pain, he was tormented to the core.
Today, when he found out how his parents had slandered Neera, the feeling of torment almost reached its peak.
After ending the call with his parents, he was suddenly overwhelmed with a profound sense of despair, accompanied by a wave of doubt.
Why am I their child?
Why are my parents so unbearable?
He couldnât understand.
Seeing Neera now, he felt a belly full of bitterness that he couldnât express or clarify.
What he didnât realize was that he didnât need to utter another word; his feelings were perfectly clear to Neera.
That was why she said what she did just now.
It turned out that in her eyes, he had always been just his younger brother, not the son of her foster parents.
At that moment, he suddenly felt as if a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
It was like a traveler stumbling through the desert in search of water, finally finding a clear spring.
A man that he was, at this moment, suddenly felt an urge to shed tears.
A tingly sensation rushed up his nostrils, making his eyes feel warm. He quickly lowered his head, afraid that he might start to cry.
Neera saw it all and felt both helpless and heartbroken.
âAll right. I came to see you today isnât to dwell on this matter. As Iâve said, this has nothing to do with you, so you donât need to bear such a heavy burden or put so much pressure on yourself. Right now, the most important thing for you is to focus on your studies. The pressure from academics is already enough, and everything else is not important. Do you understand?â
As she spoke, she let out a chuckle. âDidnât you say you wanted to be like me, studying medicine? The score requirements are quite high, you know.â
Speaking of which, Wilfrid revealed a hint of shyness. âThere should be no problem. The scores Iâm getting in the simulations are all above what the academy requires.â
Neera nodded, not doubting his abilities in the slightest, then swiftly changed the topic.
âDid you start working because you felt confident and relaxed, thinking you had it all under control?â
Sure enough, when the topic came up, Wilfrid pursed his lips, pausing for a moment before saying, âI just wanted to experience life. Iâm an adult now, capable of earning my own living.â
âIs that so? Technically, you havenât even turned eighteen yet. And if you want to experience life and earn your own living, you can wait until after you get into university. Thereâs no rush at this moment. I told you before that you can freely use the money on the card without worrying about anything. But you still didnât listen to me.â
Wilfrid thought she was angry. He lowered his head, not daring to look at her. âSisâ¦â
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Neera paused for a moment, then asked, âAre they putting pressure on you?â
Wilfrid quickly shook his head. âNo, they didnât mention anything about money to me, nor did they ask me to work. Everything I do, I do it willingly.â
âWhy are you doing this? You should understand the importance of this final stage of senior year. With the college entrance exams approaching, how could you just abandon your precious study time to work part-time? Youâre not a child anymore. You should understand the implications. I donât believe youâre arrogant enough to think you can get into your desired school without proper preparation. Wilfrid, youâre a sensible person. There must be a reason for you to work part-time. Donât lie to me and tell me the truth.â
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