Sweet Twins

Chapter 13 Grievance

Nancy was lost in thought the whole day.

She offered to be an assistant to Jessie before the surgery, and this greatly appeased Jessie's vanity.

She realized that she was a little distracted when she got off work in the afternoon. So, she decided to ask Doris out for a meal to help clear her head.

She picked up her phone by accident, and it suddenly rang as soon as it was in her hand.

It was a call from an unknown number.

After hesitating for a while, Nancy eventually decided to answer the call.

"Hello?"

"Oh, my dear, dear sister, it's so hard to find your phone number! You've been back for so long, but didn't even call. Even if you don't miss me, surely you miss father, don't you? You know father had a stroke a few days ago. Now, he can't speak well anymore. If you don't come back to see him and he dies one day, don't say I never told you!" Fannie said in a barrage of words as soon as she heard Nancy's voice on the other end of the line. It rang of mockery and sarcasm.

Nancy was never comfortable with Fannie's choice of words.

Nancy remained silent. She felt that she wasn't ready to return to the family that caused her so much hurt. Not while the pain still felt clear to her like it happened only yesterday.

"My dearest sister, I know that you still hate me for what happened with Caspar. But we love each other very much. We even have a child, now. I think you'd want for your sister to live a happy life too, right?" Fannie said in the same tone of voice. "If you even consider me as your sister, you should at least wish for my happiness," she continued.

"A bitch and a bastard always make a perfect couple! But of course, I wish you're happy with what you've both done!" Nancy said with a viscous snicker.

"Oh, you are so cruel, sister!" Fannie commented. "But it really doesn't matter, my sister. If it will make you happy, you can scold me or even beat me. I'm willing to be humiliated by you, but don't punish father because of your hatred for me. I hope you would visit him before he dies. I don't want him to die without seeing you one last time..."

Nancy ended the call before Fannie could finish speaking.

Their conversation made her feel the anger boil up inside her once more, but she felt cold all over. It was like she was inside an ice cave. Molten anger ran through her veins as frozen indifference overcame her flesh.

She felt like fate had too much sense of humor when it came to playing its tricks on her.

had no idea where she could

much, suddenly wanted

couldn't even afford her

listened to the lonely ticking of the

her

with the memory of her childhood. Back to the time when she was still so

her face with his hands as her entire body seemed to convulse with the intensity of

stood up, walked towards the door and opened it. She stood briefly before

hailed the first taxi that passed by. During the entire trip, she sat

her reverie when he

off. The breeze of the late summer night felt chilly against

herself in front of a villa. It was both familiar to her and unfamiliar at the same

you'd come back! We're all waiting for

red gate opened then Fannie came out wearing a

to see...

time since she used the word "dad" that it felt odd to her. It felt to her like an unfamiliar word that she had

the living room," Fannie replied solemnly. She was held aback momentarily by Nancy's words, but she quickly

want to look at anything in the courtyard as she passed. She lowered her head and quickly walked

room of the villa

stepmother smiled by his side. She wore a gorgeous dress matched with a

dying man

felt cheated and fooled by Fannie once

not indifferent to Nancy this time. She rarely smiled at Nancy and

Nancy ignored her and went straight to

like there was a lump in her throat that prevented her from saying "dad" that she had to silently practice saying it before she spoke out. "Dad, I heard that you wanted to see me?" Nancy asked casually as she

much I missed

at him, and Nancy saw it

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