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.

I didn't have any money on me and had nowhere to go.

I walked a long way and took shelter under an eave.

But the rain was too heavy and soon poured in. I held myself tightly, shivering all over.

My forehead was burning.

I even started to have hallucinations.

I remembered when I was 12, my parents had an accident, and all the relatives came to fight for the family property.

Back then, Austin and I were just kids and had no one to rely on, so they exposed their true ugly faces.

They drove us out of the villa and left us homeless.

It was also a heavy rain that day.

Austin tightly hugged me and shielded me from the rain.

He was shivering from the cold, but he still took off his coat and put it on my head.

"Gloria, don't be afraid. I will get what belongs to us back!"

That year, Austin was only 15 years old.

But in less than half a month, he fought back.

My parents' company and properties were ours again.

Austin never told me how much he had suffered. On the day we returned home, he bought me a big cake.

He held my hand tightly and said.

"As long as I'm here, no one can bully you!"

But now...

He found his real sister.

He didn't want me anymore.

I didn't know when I fell asleep under the eaves. When I woke up, the rain around me was stained with blood.

I had a lot of nosebleeds again.

The recent ones were more severe than before. I smiled bitterly, looking at the puddle of blood.

I couldn't help but wonder what expression Austin would have if he knew I was going to die soon.

Would he be surprised?

The rain was about to stop. I tried to support my body to stand up but found that I had no strength left.

My forehead was burning hot. Before I could stand up, everything went black.