In the tenth year since I fell in love with Mylo Francis, his fiancée read aloud the love letter I had written to him at the engagement party.

My secrets were exposed suddenly, and I was at a loss as if I had been stripped naked.

The guests present mocked me in every way, blaming me for liking my uncle.

Mylo's face darkened, and he then tore up my love letter in public.

Looking me up and down, he sneered, "Monica Gerta, do you think you are worthy of liking me?"

I burned all the photos of Mylo and me from childhood to adulthood that night.

As everything was burning to ashes, I made a phone call.

"Samson, I'm willing to go to Alsatan with you to work as a doctor without borders."

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The man on the other end of the phone was delighted.

"That's great! Monica, I thought you would reject me before, considering that you're such a homesick person.

"But I need to remind you in advance. You can't come back for a long time after that. Also, its communication conditions are relatively poor, so you won't be able to contact your family. Do your family members agree?

"Especially Mylo who loves you so much. He probably won't let you go to such a place."

Thinking of his insults during the day, I felt upset and forced myself to answer, "It's okay, Samson. Don't worry. He also agrees."

Samson exclaimed with a smile, "That's rare."

After the call was hung up, I saw the wallpaper image of the phone screen.

It was that I took the photo of Mylo secretly.

Other photos were burned, and it was the last photo I had of him.

In the picture, Mylo, wearing a suit and the pink teddy bear apron I bought for him, stood in the kitchen and made soup for me.

Every time I had my period, I would feel painful.

Therefore, Mylo used to make soup for me every month.

At first, I was too ashamed to let him know it.

However, he was firm. "I'm your uncle. Is there anything you can't let me know?

"What I should do most in my life is to take good care of you."

However, since he got a girlfriend, I hadn't drunk the soup he cooked for a long time.

On the contrary, I saw that he often cooked for his girlfriend on her Facebook.

What I longed for was actually within the reach of others.

With that in mind, I deleted the photo on my phone as well.

Only in this way were the memories with Mylo cleared.

Although Mylo was my uncle, we were not related by blood.

Our two families had been on good terms with each other for generations. After my parents died in a car accident, the Francis family adopted me.

They were originally planning to immigrate and even had completed all the formalities.

But because I was determined not to go abroad, Mylo finally decided to stay with me.

Back then, the eighteen-year-old boy promised his parents, "I will take good care of Monica."

He indeed took good care of me.

After losing my parents, I was afraid of the dark and strangers.

Mylo would turn on the night light to watch over me as I slept every night. Also, he never allowed any strangers to disturb me.

He was always guarding me, cheering me up gradually.

Considering that I liked teddy bears, he would buy one and bring it back for me every time he went to a new place.

He even prepared a room for me to display the dolls.

The teddy bears all over the wall showed how attentive he was.

I knew that Mylo had sacrificed a lot for me.

The Francis family's assets had long been transferred abroad, and he was left alone in the country, starting almost from scratch.

But no matter how late he returned home, he would come to coax me to sleep every night.

Sometimes he was drunk, but he was still telling fairy tales.

Everyone knew that I was the person Mylo loved the most.

I also thought that I should be the most special person in his heart.

Thus, on the day I turned eighteen, I took the courage to kiss him.

At that time, he was making a birthday cake for me. I stared at his face and kissed him uncontrollably.

Unexpectedly, the light kiss made Mylo furious.

He pushed me away. "Monica, are you crazy? I'm your uncle!"

I fell to the ground, and my knee was bruised and bleeding, but Mylo just ignored it.

My heart was beating fast, but I still refused to give in. "You are not my uncle. We don't have the same last name!"

Mylo frowned.

He smashed the almost-formed cake with one punch and said to me with a sullen face. "Listen, Monica, I'm ten years older than you, and I raised you. You are just acting on impulse and mistake it for love."

"No!" I protested loudly.

"I'm an adult now. I know what love is.

"It's true that you raised me, but Mylo, I know I love you!"

I confessed my love to him but did not get a response from him.

Instead, his face became darker and darker. "You are crazy!"

Before Mylo slammed the door and left, he warned me, "Calm down for a while. If you can't figure it out, just move out of the villa!"

That day, Mylo didn't celebrate my birthday.

It was also the first time that I fell asleep alone in so many years.

I opened my eyes in the dark night, feeling fear and sad.

I didn't understand what I did wrong.

It was three months later that I saw Mylo again.

He returned home with his girlfriend, Della.

"Mon, come here and say hello to my future wife."

I almost froze in my stance, and my feet were so heavy that I couldn't take a single step forward.

Della came over and touched my head. "Are you Mon? Mylo has mentioned you before. He said you are very well-behaved!"

The words she mentioned were what I hate to hear.

As for the nickname Mon, only Mylo and his parents would call me that.

Apparently, he even told Della it.

The woman was gentle and kind, but I felt disgusted by her.

I told Mylo, "I don't like people touching my head."

However, he said, "Della is my future wife. What's wrong with patting you on the head? She is older than you, so you should respect her."

I asked unwillingly, "Mylo, did you deliberately find a woman to make me give up? You don't have to do this because I..."

Mylo glanced at me indifferently, his eyes full of mockery and disgust.

"Monica, don't think too much. I've been pursuing Della for a long time, and she agreed to me recently."

Feeling desperate, I even forgot what to say.

He raised the tablet in his hand, which showed luxurious jewels, each of which was worth a fortune.

"Della's birthday is in two days. Help me pick a gift for her."

I was helpless and couldn't choose.

The brand of jewelry was my favorite, but I never thought about owning it because it was very expensive.

Mylo put away his tablet. "Forget it. What do you know as a young girl? Jewelry like this should be paired with a feminine dress. Well, I should choose a dress for Della..."

That night, the dress and jewelry were delivered to the home.

Putting on a short skirt and a necklace with pigeon-blood ruby, Della danced with Mylo at home.

As the handsome man waltzed the beautiful woman around the room, my eyes turned red.

Mylo's gaze fell on Della's skin exposed outside her dress, while the latter giggled and punched his chest.

I understood everything when Mylo picked her up and went upstairs.

Not long after, their groans were heard.

I covered my face, and tears flowed through my fingers.

It was time to give up.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Mylo came back.

Many business partners came to today's engagement party, and he reeked of alcohol.

I tried to forget what happened during the day and handed him a cup of honey water to help him sober up.

"Mylo..."

He waved his hand and knocked over the honey water in my hand.

"How many times have I told you? I'm not a child, and I don't need this kind of water!

"Della has already given me hangover medicine, so you don't have to do it."

The glass rolled several times on the ground, and tears welled up in my reddened eyes.

Mylo had never treated me like this before.

The first time I prepared honey water for him, he felt heartache and praised me.

"Mon, you're awesome. You can take care of me. But next time, let others do this. I'm afraid you'll burn yourself."

Everything had changed after Della appeared.

He no longer cared about me, and his attitude towards me was cold as if I were a stranger.

He pursued Della attentively but hurt me pitilessly.

Today's event pierced my heart, just like a sharp sword.

Mylo pushed my shoulder away and walked towards his room. I stopped him and wanted to explain.

"Mylo, I have put away the love letter. I don't know why..."

He frowned and became even more impatient. "Don't mention it again. It makes me sick."

I couldn't believe what I heard.

It turned out that my love for him was disgusting.

Suddenly, Mylo raised his eyebrows with a faint smile on his lips.

"Yet, your love letter made Della laugh. Since she was so happy today, some credit must go to you."

After reading out my love letter in public, Della indeed laughed out loud.

She wiped the tears from her eyes and exclaimed, "Mylo, you are so charming that your fake niece is bewitched. She even said that she could defy the whole world for you and be with you no matter how others think!"

After she finished speaking, everyone present burst into laughter.

I was the only one standing there at a loss, blushing and feeling awkward.

I was very sure that the love letter had been hidden in the innermost part of the drawer.

But today, it was held in Della's hand.

It was obvious that she sneaked into my room, stole my letter, and exposed my privacy.

Mylo knew everything but still stood on her side.

Thinking of it, I forced a smile and made a final request to Mylo.

"Mylo, can you give me some money? I'm short of money."

I was going to Alsatan, but I also needed some money to support myself.

Everything I had was bought by Mylo over the years, and he rarely gave me money.

"No, I can't."

He refused without hesitation.

"What does a young girl like you need so much money for?

"Della will move in tomorrow. She'll be your aunt in the future. If you want anything, then ask her to buy it for you."

Why did he mention Della again?

I hate her!

I could only suppress all my emotions and remain silent.

Also, I began to be thankful for the phone call I had just made.

The place would soon become Della and Mylo's love nest, and it was time for me, an outsider, to leave.

There was no need for Mylo to drive me away, and I would leave on my own.

The next morning, Della showed up at the Francis family's villa as expected.

Mylo kissed her cheek, and she smiled, looking in a very good mood.

Della came over and held my hand in an affectionate manner.

"Monica, what happened yesterday was my fault. I apologize to you, and you will forgive me, right?"

I quickly pulled my hand out, turned my head, and looked into Mylo's eyes.

He was warning me that I should respect Della.

Next, I gritted my teeth and forced myself to smile. "Della... I'm fine."

"Really? That's great!"

Della turned around and took Mylo's arm, leaning her head on his shoulder affectionately.

"Mon, Mylo said the letter was written when you were a child. Since you are grown up now, you can't like him anymore.

"He is your uncle and my fiancé now. Monica, you should bless him."

My nails had long been embedded in my palms, leaving deep marks.

I lowered my head and said, "I know.

"Mylo, I have to go to the hospital. I'm leaving now."

I didn't want to stay but left here immediately.

Mylo caught me. "There isn't your shift scheduled in the hospital today. Why are you, an intern, so active?"

I was a bit surprised, least expecting that he would remember it.

Just as I thought he was caring about me, Mylo shook off my arm.

"I'll drive you to the hospital. It's in time for Della and I to do a prenatal checkup."

Della blushed and whispered, "Mylo, don't say it in front of Monica. It's embarrassing."

Even so, her eyes were fixed on Mylo.

They would get married soon and have children.

However, I was already in Alsatan at that time, so I probably wouldn't have heard the news.

In fact, I went to the hospital for serious business.

The medical conditions in Alsatan were poor, and there were all kinds of viruses.

Samson asked me to get all the vaccines first.

Seeing me paying the fee, Mylo asked me in confusion, "Why do you need to get these vaccines?"

I was hesitating whether to tell him the truth when Della shouted.

"Mylo, my period hasn't come yet this month. Should I buy a pregnancy test stick?"

I didn't hear what they said next and ran away into the vaccination room.

When I came out again, Mylo and Della were nowhere to be seen.

Opening my phone, I saw a message Mylo had sent me.

[Della is feeling a bit uncomfortable, so I'll take her home first. You can try to come back by yourself.]

I didn't have much money to begin with, and the few shots of vaccine I just received spent my last cent.

It was snowing heavily outside the hospital, but I still walked out.

I was dizzy from the adverse reactions to the vaccines.

But no matter how heavy the snow was, I could only walk by myself.

No one was waiting for me or came to pick me up.

The Francis family's villa was located on the mountain. I climbed up step by step and almost fell because the road was slippery.

While seeing the outline of the Francis family's villa, I heard Della's voice suddenly.

"Monica, come quickly! Someone has fainted here!"

Although I was just an intern, healing the wounded and rescuing the dying was still my duty.

I rushed over and found that the person lying on the ground was Neil, a little girl in the neighborhood.

Neil had severe asthma. She, who had an asthma attack, was gasping for breath, and her face turned purple at this time.

I smelled a strong scent of perfume on Della.

The pungent smell would aggravate the symptoms of asthma patients.

Thus, I pushed Della aside and explained to her, "Move aside. Neil can't smell your scent now!"

Upon finding the anti-asthmatic spray in Neil's pocket, I gave it to her and called the ambulance immediately.

I breathed a sigh of relief when Neil obviously recovered.

The next moment, I fainted.

The side effects of the vaccines, coupled with the long walk in the snow, made me exhausted.

Opening my eyes again, I saw Mylo with disappointment in his eyes.

He sighed and asked, "Monica, you see Neil grow up from childhood, but why did you want to harm her?"