Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

If it weren’t for the kind old man I encountered, I would be a lifeless body by now. And a simple sorry couldn’t reverse the situation.

If I had known that the barbecue dinner with him would lead to this. I wouldn’t have gone, even if it meant death. I blamed it on my lack of willpower.

So, it was my own fault, not his. I didn’t need his light–hearted apology after he left me alone to face ite and death.

Felix seemed to sense my indifference. He leaned forward and reached out to check my forehead temperature. He was about to say something when I avoided his touch and cut off his yet–unspoken words. “I’m tired and need rest. Leave, and don’t come back.”

Perhaps my coldness made him uncomfortable. Guilt appeared in his eyes as he tried to justify himself. Lulu, you never used to treat me like this.”

With a faint smile, I squinted my eyes against the harsh sunlight. “The past is the past, and I’ve already apologized for my mistakes. There’s no need to bring it up again.”

It had been over a decade, and I had always treated him like a deity.

I turned away and closed my eyes, shutting out everyone.

The hospital room fell into silence, disrupted only by the quiet rhythm of a few people breathing.

“Gerald, Lulu endured severe injuries and nearly lost her life this time. It was all Felix’s fault. We’ve come

to sincerely apologize, and you…”

My usually refined and gentle dad abruptly cut off Uncle Austin. His typically warm voice now held a rare trace of anger. “Austin, Lulu doesn’t blame Felix, so don’t worry.”

He continued, “She was lucky not to have lost her life in the storm drain, and we’re grateful for that. The doctor just said Lulu needs rest. I won’t send you off.”

“That’s right, we’ll take care of her ourselves. We don’t need Felix’s apology, and we won’t seek further

connection. Lulu needs rest. You can go back now. You don’t need to come again.”

Mom had never been so indifferent to Aunt Melinda. She was doing it for me.

“Lulu.” Aunt Melinda stood at the eage of my bed, softly calling my name.

I opened my eyes and smiled at her. “Aunt Mel, I’m fine, really.”

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Uncle Austin knew my parents were upset, so he decided not to say much. He glared at Felix and led the

way out.

Aunt Melinda advised me to take care and promised to visit again, but Mom and I declined.

Felix was the last to leave. He lingered by the door as if he had many things on his mind. NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

i pretended not to notice him and asked Mom to peel a peach for me.

Our paths had crossed in that drain, and now, it was all over.

From now on, we would just be neighbors. I would keep my distance, but I wouldn’t harbor hatred.

In the end, he hadn’t really done anything wrong. He just didn’t like me, a

It was he who had invited me to the barbecue, but it was my choice to go with him.

Leaving me on the street and taking Lilac with him made complete sense.

The mistake lay in the heavy rain that day, the fact that no one promptly covered the drain’s lid, and my own carelessness that led to my fall

1 had liked him for so many years, and the affection I invested might not be quickly retrieved. However, my rationality would always remind me to distance myself and forget about him.

The injuries this time were much worse than the previous fall off the cliff. Apart from extensive

abrasions, my lower back had a wound stitched with 16 stitches. It had been soaked in sewage for too long, resulting in various degrees of infection.

I opened my eyes and smiled at her. “Aunt Mel, I’m fine, really.”

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Uncle Austin knew my parents were upset, so he decided not to say much. He glared at Felix and led the way way out.

Aunt Melinda advised me to take care and promised to visit again, but Mom and I declined.

Felix was the last to leave. He lingered by the door as if he had many things on his mind.

I pretended not to notice him and asked Mom to peel a peach for me.

Our paths had crossed in that drain, and now, it was all over.

From now on, we would just be neighbors. I would keep my distance, but I wouldn’t harbor hatred.

In the end, he hadn’t really done anything wrong. He just didn’t like me. 2

It was he who had invited me to the barbecue, but it was my choice to go with him.

Leaving me on the street and taking Lilac with him made complete

sense.

The mistake lay in the heavy rain that day, the fact that no one promptly covered the drain’s lid, and my own carelessness that led to my fall.

I had liked him for so many years, and the affection I invested might not be quickly retrieved. However, my rationality would always remind me to distance myself and forget about him.

The injuries this time were much worse than the previous fall off the cliff. Apart from extensive

abrasions, my lower back had a wound stitched with 16 stitches. It had been soaked in sewage for too long, resulting in various degrees of infection.