Chapter 8
During this time I’d gotten thinner, and even Marcus could lift me up easily.
Ryan brought me a cup of water. “Claire must be thirsty.”
David pulled out a box of toys and held them in front of me.
“No need to be envious. Everything she has, you have too. I have lots more–they’re all yours.”
Katie was still crying.
Marcus completely lost his patience.
“What’s the point? Something that’s not yours, and you keep saying it is!”
“Our sister can’t even lift such a big toy.”
“Are you leaving on your own, or do we throw you out?”
I heard that Katie’s dad was a hero firefighter. That night when she had a high fever, her grandmother was afraid something would happen to Katie,
so she said that on purpose. This place was far from the hospital, and her grandmother was terrified Dad wouldn’t save Katie.
But I was innocent too.
Why did they have to call me a thief?
I blinked, unable to understand.
Katie ran off crying with red eyes.
Before, when Katie cried and the truck fell on the ground, they would definitely feel bad for her.
Now my brothers even threw the truck in the trash, telling the butler not to let her in anymore.
I felt nothing, just held my water cup and gulped down the water.
I struggled to get down from my brother’s arms, turned around and silently went upstairs, wrapped myself in my little blanket, and went to sleep.
At dinner, Dad was there too.
I still couldn’t eat.
I threw it all up.
Dad found my three brothers annoying and sent them back to their rooms.
He put me in my room too.
I still pushed the door open just a crack and listened to the conversation downstairs.
The psychologist said, “Through observation during this time, the child has indeed developed psychological trauma.”
“When little Miss gets close to you, she vomits during meals–it’s a subconscious physiological reaction.”
Dad couldn’t believe it. “She used to depend on me the most?”
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The psychologist’s tone was gentle.
“Perhaps it’s not just you, but also the people around her, the environment. If you don’t believe it, we can do another experiment.”
For the next few days, Dad and my brothers weren’t home.
They said they were going camping together.
Before, I would definitely cry and make a fuss to go with them.
Now I felt nothing and didn’t want to go.
The nutritional meals the nutritionist made seemed to start having flavor.
That day I ate an entire bowl of vegetable soup and a sandwich.
My stomach was stuffed full.
Just three days, and I curled up on the sofa sleeping like a little ball.
When Dad came back, he picked me up.
He pinched my cheek.
“Our Claire is so beautiful. You’ve been well–fed these past few days.”
My brothers agreed, saying I was the prettiest sister.
But they were also the ones who used to call me a toad.
Toads are obviously ugly.
That very night, I threw up everything I’d eaten again.
In the middle of the night, my stomach felt uncomfortable and I wanted to go downstairs for water.
Half of Dad’s face was hidden in shadow, his voice very low.
“What’s the verdict?”
“It’s confirmed that little Miss is under great stress when she’s around you.”
“Given the current situation, we can only change the environment.”
I’d never seen Dad look so dejected.
“We’ve made so many efforts. Isn’t there any other way?”
“This is the only method that doesn’t require medication.”
“For the child’s development, I suggest changing environments or going to stay with someone else she’s close to.”
“I won’t be coming tomorrow.”
Dad’s fingers tapped on the table one by one. His figure was tall–more handsome than all the other children’s fathers at kindergarten.
Yet only made me felt cold.
“Fine.”
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The doctor still said, “I suggest you seriously consider this for the child’s health.”
Dad said nothing.
After a very long time, Dad turned around and finally saw me standing on the steps.
His eyes were red again. “Are you hungry?”
I shook my head.
Strangely, after being so hungry before, I didn’t feel hungry anymore even when I didn’t eat.
I saw big tears rolling down from Dad’s eyes.
Just like me before.
But I couldn’t cry anymore.
I could only reach out my little hand to wipe them away.
With my other hand clutching Dad’s sleeve, I tried hard to stand on my tiptoes to wipe them.
His whole body was trembling slightly as he gently held my hand.
“It’s all Daddy’s fault.”
“Daddy was too obsessive. That’s why your mother was been drove away, why your brothers treat you like that.”
But Daddy, you treated me the same way too.
Otherwise, how would my brothers have dared?
But I couldn’t say it.
Dad looked at me, tears streaming down, his voice choked up.
“Sweetheart, can you call me Daddy one more time?”
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