Chapter 3

Thomas's voice carried a cold mockery. "Robert, you've been causing trouble for me at every turn at school. I haven't even settled the score with you yet, and now you're rushing over here?"

I nervously picked at my fingers.

Robert was silent for a moment. "I'm giving you back your life. You go be the Davis family heir. From now on, you can do whatever you want to me. I'll take it."

"But she's my sister. I'll be the one protecting her from now on."

Thomas raised his voice. "I raised her. How is she suddenly your sister?"

Even through the door, I could feel the tense atmosphere between them, neither giving an inch.

Robert continued, "Everyone in the Davis family has a businessman's mindset—profit above all. In their eyes, you coming back here is the same as giving up everything."

Thomas sneered. "Who wants their stuff anyway?"

Robert said with certainty, "They demanded you stop caring about Chris. That's why you came back."

When I heard this, my heart trembled. I pressed so hard that my nail dug into my flesh and drew blood.

Robert snorted coldly. "That's exactly the kind of people they are."

"But you don't need to feel burdened. You really don't have any obligation to take care of Chris now. I will."

"What's all this 'you will, I will' business? Did I agree? Stop acting like you're the heir and ordering people around."

Robert was so blocked by Thomas's words that he couldn't say anything.

After a while, I heard Thomas say, "You're not leaving no matter what, are you?"

Robert said nothing, making it clear he wasn't leaving no matter what.

Thomas laughed coldly. "I'm only not beating you up because I don't want to scare Chris."

"If you're staying, you'd better behave yourself. Don't provoke me."

Thomas's tone was unusually harsh. I thought he and the scary Robert might start arguing any second.

But Robert didn't say anything more. He silently backed down.

That day, I only half understood what Thomas and Robert said.

I touched my eyes in frustration. When you lose your sight, you can never get very precise information.

Just then Robert came into the room and called out, "Don't touch."

I obediently put my hand down and felt my way over.

As soon as I got close to him, I smelled a faint scent of blood. I grabbed his hand.

"Robert, did you fight with someone again? Are you hurt?"

Robert said, "I'm fine."

Whenever someone was hurt and I couldn't judge the specific situation, I always felt very uneasy.

I asked quietly, "Did they go to your workplace to cause trouble again?"

All the household expenses depended on Thomas, and we were visibly struggling to make ends meet.

After Robert moved in, he also swallowed his pride to find work.

But his grades weren't good enough to tutor, and when he was moving things on the street, those thugs spotted him.

After mocking him, they went to his workplace every day to cause trouble.

Not only was the money Robert earned not enough to deal with the trouble, but he also came home with injuries every day.

I held his hand distressingly. That's when Thomas came back too.

He must have been caught in the rain. Water dripped onto the floor.

Thomas said, "It's fine. Just a light rain. Only got a little wet."

From the sounds, Thomas went into the bathroom, and then Robert followed him in.

They spoke in low voices, but a blind person's ears are unusually sharp.

"Are you sick? It's pouring rain and you couldn't take a cab home? Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

"Saving money. I'm not that delicate." Thomas paused before continuing, "Look at yourself, covered in injuries big and small. Take care of yourself first."

"Also, if you really can't earn money, just forget it. Don't make more trouble for yourself."

They both seemed quiet for a moment.

"Why are you still standing there? Get out. I need to shower."

I heard every single word.

I sat on the couch, using my fingernail to scratch my palm over and over.