Chapter 2
When I was in primary school, I was bullied by my classmates because I was poor, and they even scratched my face, leaving bloodstains.
Dad went angrily to confront the other parents, but they outnumbered him. He ended up with a black eye and swollen face, but in the end, he forced those people to swear that they would never bully me again with sheer determination.
Back then, he became the hero in my heart, while others were chasing after celebrities, I admired
only him.
But now, when I think about it, how naive and childish were the thoughts of my childhood?
as a father, was injured by his bodyguard, who is my son, but I am still here filled with anger.
I concealed the sadness in my eyes and shook my head.
“No one bullied me, I fell by myself.”
My mother held me and cried.
“Be more careful in the future. You were a piece of flesh that fell from your mother’s body. If you get hurt, it breaks your mother’s heart.”
Taking advantage of this opportunity, I said, “Mom and Dad, didn’t I give you the scholarship a few days ago? Can you give it back to me? That is the expense for my study abroad.”
Both parents were stunned at the same time.
Dad fell silent for a moment, wearing a troubled expression.
He earnestly told me, “Regina, what’s so good about going abroad? It’s just blindly worshiping foreign things. Isn’t it better for us to stay in our own country and be with our parents?”
“Your parents saved this money for you, so you wouldn’t be deceived by anyone.”
Mom followed the topic and said, “Your dad is right.”
“Didn’t you have a part–time job recently? Wasn’t that money enough for you?”
“I heard that you had a boyfriend. Did he suggest it to you? Mom advises you; that you shouldn’t be with this kind of man. Break up with him quickly.”
The two of them appeared to be caring for me wholeheartedly, but it only made me feel even colder.
Scholarships, as well as the money earned from working two jobs, I handed over every penny, except for keeping some for living expenses. There was no money left at all.
I remember, Fiona used to wear branded clothes at school, had a driver to pick her up, and used to
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spend money extravagantly.
she would often invite classmates to have parties at her mansion, and she even boasted in class that she would spend no less than one hundred thousand in a single night.
But all I wanted was to get back my scholarship, and what I got instead was a bunch of excuses.
Compared to Fiona, she resembled me more as if she were my own.
They even wanted me to give up the love that I had worked so hard to obtain.
In college, it was well known that I was poor, and no opposite sex was willing to come near me.
Only Layton Maddox, who also came from a poor family, understood me. We sympathized with each other, and although we hadn’t officially confirmed our relationship, we already considered each other as soulmates.
I tugged at the corners of my mouth, and a thick disappointment filled my heart.
Seeing my pale face, my father patted my shoulder and comforted me, “Daughter, don’t think too much. You know our situation at home. We have to spend money everywhere, and it’s not safe to keep your scholarships with you.”
“Yes, my daughter, the tuition fees you had before were borrowed, and you haven’t paid them back yet. Don’t think too much, rest early, and don’t stay up late to harm your health.”
I nodded despondently and went back inside the room.
Just as I closed the door, I heard my father’s phone ring.
He glanced at my room intentionally and the two of them nervously ran to the bathroom.
I approached quietly and heard them asking patiently, “Fiona, why did you suddenly call your parents? Didn’t we tell you that we are at home? Don’t call us.”
“Dad, I needed some money.”
Mom and Dad exchanged a glance.
“Didn’t Dad give you a card with a hundred thousand just now when it was your birthday?”
Fiona sounded impatient.
“Not enough, just now I invited a group of classmates to attend my birthday party, and a few bottles of red wine were all used up. Dad, please send another hundred thousand over.”
Dad was still hesitating, and Mom nudged his elbow, looking displeased.
Child’s father, what are you still considering? Fiona is not Regina. Don’t talk about a hundred thousand, even if it’s five hundred thousand, you have to give it to her. After all, she is the future
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heir of our Logan family.”
Think about it, Fiona is beautiful and has a good temperament. Wasn’t she adopted by the Logan family to make them look good?”
“Regina has scars on her face, so she couldn’t inherit the family business. Our family couldn’t afford to have such a person.”
“Well, it’s true that Regina isn’t suitable to inherit the family business, considering the facial burns she suffered from that big fire when she was a child.”
Dad, upon hearing this, thought it made sense and started indulgently laughing.
“Okay, okay, Dad will transfer the money to you right away.”
Upon hearing this, my heart had already turned into ashes, and I no longer wanted to continue
listening.
Back in the room, I couldn’t sleep all night, and all I could think about was the conversation my parents had in the bathroom.
They might have long forgotten how the scar on my face came about.
When I was five years old, my parents took advantage of my sleep and locked me inside the house,
then they went to the amusement park with Fiona.
When they left, they forgot that there was still water boiling on the gas stove. After the water dried up, it exploded and sparks splashed onto the cloth curtain, causing a big fire.
That day, I was awakened by thick smoke and cowered alone on the balcony, seeking help. If it hadn’t been for the neighbor breaking down the door to rescue me, I might have perished in the sea
of fire.
But my face got burned when it was sticking out of the balcony, leaving scars. Because of this, many classmates mocked me as an ugly freak.
What makes me feel cold–hearted is that when my parents came home, they thought I was mischievous and playing with fire, and they mercilessly beat me, who was already frightened.
They stopped only after the police uncle surveyed the scene and reached a conclusion.
Fifteen years have passed, and they still haven’t apologized to me.
Now, I no longer care.
