I wrapped up my torn clothes and packed my suitcase.

"Austin, after I leave, remember not to drink so much, and there's soup for your hangover..."

I wanted to express my concern for him one last time.

But I was impatiently interrupted by him.

"Don't sweat about it!"

There was a strong sense of disgust and alienation in his tone.

I stared at him blankly, feeling a bit dazed and sad.

Austin had been my brother for more than ten years. Our family photo was still on the table in the living room.

Austin gently held me in his arms, his gaze softening as it fell on me.

That moment became an eternity in the photo.

But now, because of Audrey, he was extremely annoyed with me.

I lowered my head and stopped talking.

"Austin!"

A cheerful voice came over, and the girl in a pink dress jumped around, dragging about five suitcases and panting loudly at the door.

"It's so heavy, Austin, come and help me."

Austin's face, which was originally cold to the extreme, instantly softened when he heard Audrey's voice.

Without saying a word, he walked over.

He took the suitcases behind her and said, "Give them to me. Go upstairs."

Audrey smiled at me and turned to ask Austin.

"Austin, which room am I staying in?"

Austin didn't even lift her head and said without any hesitation.

"The first room on the left on the second floor. It's the master bedroom with good lighting and spacious space."

My face turned pale, and I held the handle of the suitcase tightly.

It was my bedroom.

It was the bedroom I had lived in for eighteen years.

He had already eagerly let Audrey move in before I left?

Audrey happily responded and skipped upstairs.

When she walked past me, she smiled provocatively at me. It was the smile that belonged to winners.

Austin's voice rang out coldly.

"Why are you still here?

"Do you think I would beg you to stay?"

His voice was full of disgust and disdain.

It seemed that even standing here, I would sicken him.

I opened my mouth, but before I could say anything, suddenly...

I had a nosebleed.

I quickly turned around and quickly wiped away the nosebleed.

I fled in a sorry state.

My nose just wouldn't stop bleeding at all.

When the maid passed by me, she stopped me in a panic.

"Miss Fitzgerald, are you OK?

"Why are you getting so much nosebleed?"

She watched me and Austin grow up since we were young, and she was like our elder.

She looked for tissues everywhere and wiped the nosebleed for me.

I looked down and saw that all the tissues were stained red with blood, and my nosebleed stopped.

I shook my head. "I'm OK. The weather these days has been a bit dry. That's all."

Only then did she feel relieved.

She comforted me not to be angry with Austin. He was in a fit of anger, and he'd let me come back when he calmed down.

I didn't respond.

Over the past decade or so, we had many fights.

But never before had he kicked me out of the house so firmly as he did now. Because of Audrey, he didn't need me anymore.

If it were before, I might refuse to leave.

But not now.

I clenched the diagnosis report in my pocket, which I had read too many times, making it all crumpled.

The doctor said I had an acute illness, and it may cause complications at any time. I didn't know how long I could live.

That day, when I received the diagnosis report, I stood still for a long time.

Then I went to the bar to get drunk.

Then I met Andy. He tampered with the drink he handed me.

I woke up lying on the bed in the hotel.

Then Austin and Audrey showed up and called me a slut without knowing the truth.

Actually, I could understand why Austin's attitude had changed so much.

I overheard that he had a paternity test with the Porter family.

He was my dear brother who had loved and cared for me for eighteen years,

He was my dear brother who I had relied on, but actually, he had no blood relationship with me.

He was the lost son of the Porter family.

Audrey was his real sister.

Although Austin didn't say it, he must have been thinking about how to replace me with Audrey.

I smiled bitterly.

I tried to look up at the sky so that my tears wouldn't fall.

I walked out the door with the suitcase in my hand aimlessly.

The thunder was loud, and the rain in June came down always so easily.

I didn't bring an umbrella.

Soon, my whole body was drenched.

I turned back and took one last look.

But I was instantly frozen in place.

In front of the French window on the second floor, Austin was standing there, looking down at me.

In his eyes, I seemed to see a trace of worry and pity.

But it quickly disappeared as if it was just my imagination.

"Toss away everything related to her!"

With a stern shout, a small object was thrown out fiercely.

Falling in the rain, it quickly got stained with mud and became dirty.

I recognized it. It was the phone case I spent two weeks making for Austin.

He was always busy with work and didn't like the phone cases on the market. His hands were thick with calluses from his phone.

So, I spent two weeks making a beautiful and comfortable phone case out of water gel as a birthday gift for him.

At that time, he cherished it so much, saying, "Gloria made it for me. I'll use it for a lifetime."

But now, he threw it out like it was garbage.

I took a few steps forward and picked up the dirty phone case.

I wiped it clean with my clothes and held it tightly in my hand.

It was just like me, without any value, and had become garbage in other people's eyes.

But it was my hard work.