Chapter 2

Robert and I were halfway home when I heard a large group of footsteps.

They laughed as they approached. "Robert, weren't you so arrogant before? Didn't you walk around like you owned the place?"

"Now you're not the Davis family heir anymore. Let's see who's going to worship you now. Brothers, if you've got a grudge, now's the time! Get him!"

Robert ran while carrying me. The group chased us fast.

I said frantically, "Robert, put me down! Run!"

Robert and I were backed into a corner. He still held me tightly.

He turned his back, letting those people punch him over and over again.

When someone tried to pull me from his arms, he fought back desperately.

I was so scared I screamed, "Robert! Robert!"

He held me so tightly, no matter how much they kicked and beat him, he wouldn't let go.

Suddenly a gust of wind swept past. Someone kicked them away.

"Let them go!"

It was Thomas!

He stood in front of Robert and me. "I'd like to see who dares to touch them again!"

Some in the group still wanted to fight, but their companions pulled them back. "This is the real Davis family heir. Let's go!"

After the crowd scattered, Thomas tried to pick me up. Robert instinctively didn't let go.

Thomas's voice was cold. "Let go!"

Thomas carried me home. Robert's footsteps followed behind us the whole way.

I touched Thomas's face. His brows were tightly furrowed. He must have been very angry.

I'd grown up in his arms since childhood. I rarely even got bumps or bruises.

I said quietly, "I'm fine. Why did you come back?"

He didn't answer me. He walked faster and faster until we reached our door and he opened it.

When the door was about to close, Robert grabbed it. I heard Robert say, "She's my sister."

Thomas sneered. "You can't even take care of yourself. Let go!"

I didn't hear any more of their conversation. They must have been facing off in silence.

I broke the silence and asked again, "Thomas, why did you come back?"

I felt Thomas's gaze. He must have looked at me.

He said, "This is my home."

I shook my head. "No, Thomas's real home is somewhere very wealthy. I want you to go live the good life."

I'd been holding Thomas back since I was little.

When my parents were alive, he only had to worry about my daily care.

After they were gone, the burden of life plus me weighed on him until he could barely breathe.

He studied during the day and worked part-time until late at night, often so exhausted he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

He had a deep scar on his back from being hit by something heavy while moving cargo. It took seven stitches.

Every time he carried me on his back, I could feel that scar.

I cried and said, "Thomas, please go."

He crouched down and gently wiped away my tears. "Chris, now that you have him, you don't want me anymore?"

In the end, Thomas didn't leave, and Robert came inside.

After Thomas wiped my tear-stained face with a towel, he told me to wait in my room.

Blind people are always more sensitive to atmosphere and people's emotions.

I was afraid they would fight, so I secretly opened my door a crack to listen to them talk.