After I Learned To Obey Why Did My Family Start To Regret It? Chapter 02
For the next two days, I went to the Werewolf Academy.
Anne worried my body could not handle it, so after every meal she prepared a medicinal soup for me.
I never drank a single bowl.
Each time, Tiffany poured it away.
After she emptied the bowl again, she looked down at me with open contempt.
“Don’t think Anne actually cares. She feels guilty, that’s all. If she really cared, why hasn’t she noticed any of those wounds on you?”
My legs were ruined. One of my eyes was blind.
The moment I entered the academy, people stared.
At Tiffany’s command, they found ways to make my life difficult. Some mocked me. Some shoved me. Some struck me when no one important was watching.
New wounds layered over old ones.
But when I went home, no one noticed.
Tiffany, on the other hand, scratched her hand by accident, and Anne acted as if the sky had fallen. She summoned the family doctor at once.
The others came running too.
They crowded around that tiny cut, so shallow it would have healed if they had arrived any later, and worried over it like she was dying.
Tiffany smiled as if the memory amused her.
“You’re not me, Harriet. Maybe your wounds will heal before anyone even finds out you were hurt.”
Then she left my room.
She had not expected Gerald to be the first to notice.
“Why didn’t you tell us?” he asked, frowning. “Were you planning to injure yourself and blame Tiffany?”
I laughed softly and pulled my sleeve over the wounds.
Without Tiffany’s permission, who would dare leave marks on the Alpha’s biological sister?
Who would dare touch me?
When I was first brought home, Tiffany had slapped me across the face the moment we met.
I told my family the truth.
They said I was jealous. They said I was scheming. They believed her without hesitation.
It happened so many times that I stopped counting.
At first, I had still hoped someone would stand beside me.
Now I felt nothing.
“Gerald, did you need something?”
When I offered no explanation, he seemed relieved. He handed me a small plate.
“Elton bought cake. This piece is yours.”
They were all flavors I used to love.
But I could no longer taste the sweetness. My mouth was full of bitterness.
I was halfway through the cake when Anne came in with the doctor.
Her eyes were wet as she looked at the wounds covering my arm.
“Harriet, this must hurt so much.” Her voice broke. “This is my fault. I let you suffer like this. And you didn’t even tell us.”
She dressed my wounds herself.
After that, she stayed beside my bed for every meal.
When Elton found out, he was furious. Every student who had bullied me was punished a hundred times over.
I had no strength left to react.
“Thank you, Elton.”
That was all I said.
Elton’s expression dimmed. Anne stood beside him, lost and uncertain.
Guilt made them shower me with attention.
Anything good was brought to me first.
If I coughed twice at night, more than a dozen private doctors appeared the next morning.
If I rubbed my eye after seeing Tiffany, they warned her not to come near me and upset me.
Even Sean was punished when he came to make trouble for Tiffany’s sake.
But my body was getting weaker, and nothing they did stirred much in me.
On my birthday, they tried to make me happy.
For the first time, they left Tiffany behind and held a birthday banquet for me alone at the most luxurious hotel in New York.
At last, Elton lost control.
He smashed his wineglass and pointed at me.
“How long are you going to keep looking at us like that?”
Anne’s restraint snapped too.
“Tiffany hasn’t done anything wrong! You’re the one who won’t let it go. You’ve torn this family apart!”
“If I had known this was how you’d turn out, I never would have brought you home when you were six. This family only needed Tiffany.”
