chapter 2
The nurse, unable to bear it any longer, took the phone back and said, “Miss Blanchard, Sean can’t hang on much longer.”
But Mom, still convinced I was faking it, let out a mocking laugh. “How much did that brat pay you to act along with him? I can’t believe he’s capable of something like this.”
Just as she finished speaking, Felix—who had been pretending to be unconscious the whole time—finally woke up. He feigned a weak voice and asked, “Mom, Dad, how’s Sean?”
As Mom looked at the obedient, considerate Felix lying in bed, her expression twisted into even deeper contempt.
“Sean, why can’t you be more like your brother? He’s hurt because of you, yet he’s still worried about you. If you don’t get here in the next three minutes to apologize, don’t bother ever showing your face to me again.”
She then hung up, her chest heaving with anger.
Dad, standing beside her, looked clearly displeased. “Why bother calling him? Isn’t it enough that he nearly got Felix killed?”
Felix lowered his head, trying to hide the smug look in his eyes. He put on a guilty expression before looking up at them.
“Mom, Dad, don’t be mad at him. Sean has just never forgiven me for getting the overseas scholarship instead of him. I understand why he hates me.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. Even in my death, Felix was still trying to sow discord between me and my parents. But my parents would never see through him. In their eyes, he would always be the better son, and they would never think about the true cause of the car accident.
Just as expected, Mom’s face immediately turned cold. “What’s the point of sending someone selfish abroad? Who knows how twisted he’d become after being away?”
Felix gently said, “Mom, don’t be angry. I’m sure Sean has his reasons.”
Mom’s expression softened. “Felix, you’re too kind. That’s why Sean keeps taking advantage of you.”
That was always Felix’s strength: knowing exactly what to say to win our parents’ hearts. I knew that even if I stood right in front of them and told them all of Felix’s cruel behavior over the years, they’d only slap me across the face and accuse me of making things up—claiming I was just jealous.
After all these years, I had gotten used to it.
In the middle of their conversation, my older sister Ashley Goodman burst into the room. Her footsteps were hurried as she anxiously rushed to check on Felix. The moment she heard about the accident, she immediately flew in from another state without a second thought.
And just like my parents, she only cared about Felix.