Travelling Time in Search of Honesty and Trust

"If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have taken you in. You've brought our Muller such a disaster."

At that time, Megan would still rush out to defend me.

She said I was volunteering, helping those who were suffering from domestic violence.

"How could a kind-hearted boy like Sergio say such words?"

"Mom, don't be too biased."

She took me away from home and went on a trip to relax.

Later, on my birthday, Santiago went crazy and refused to let me celebrate my birthday.

My sister picked me up directly. She ordered a birthday cake for me and bought me a new sportswear with her own salary.

She said, "Tomorrow is your birthday. I'll take you to watch a game. Don't think about those messed up things."

She patted my head and said with a smile, "I'll always believe in you and stand by your side."

But everything stopped on the second day.

That day, I took a leave of absence to go home, thinking of giving Megan a surprise. But I was blocked at the entrance of the alley by my adoptive father, Jack Olsen, who had just been released from prison.

It was a dark old alley with peeling paint on the walls and a damp, musty smell.

He dragged me into the corner and cursed, "You little bastard, how dare you call the police to arrest me? I'll teach you a lesson!"

I struggled and he kicked me down.

He snatched the cake from my hand and stomped it hard on the ground. The cream mixed with mud looked like a pool of dirty blood.

I was dizzy from the beating and my clothes were torn.

At that moment, I felt like I was back in that old hell.

When I woke up, I covered my wound and ran to find my older sister.

She was sitting at the door of the ward.

I rushed over and cried to her. "Megan, help me ...."

But before I could finish my words, she slapped me in the face.

That was the first time she hit me.

She grabbed me and dragged me into the ward, making me kneel in front of Santiago's bed. She gritted her teeth and scolded me, "I didn't expect you to be so good at pretending! You actually had the guts to bribe that old bastard to bully Santiago!"

My face was full of tears and I cried and shook my head. "It's not me... It's really not me ...."

However, she didn't believe it. She just looked at me disappointedly and said coldly, "I never thought that scumbag would teach you such a shameful thing."

"Now Santiago has gone crazy because of you! Sergio, you'd better feel guilty forever and spend the rest of your life apologizing to him."

My mother stood aside, looking at me expressionlessly.

Even Briella had a cold expression, saying, "You've disappointed me."

Later, she spent almost every day with Santiago, saying it was to apologize on my behalf.

I had always assumed my adoptive father was lying and seeking revenge against me. Until I overheard Santiago talking on the phone with a friend.

He laughed proudly.

"Haha, I'm fine. Just one act and he'll be finished. That old bastard, just give him some money and he'll cooperate."

"I told you, who the hell is he to steal my family? As long as I cry a few times, the whole family will believe me."

I felt completely numb when I learned the truth.

I came back to my senses.

I propped myself up against the wall, stumbled to my feet and turned to walk to the hotel. But before I could take a few steps, Megan ran over and grabbed my arm.

She roared in anger. "You deliberately called Santiago here, which made him sick again! He almost got hit by a car just now and he's scared out."

"You must come with us to the hospital and kneel down in front of his bed to apologize!"

"Wait until he wakes up and then we'll decide whether to let you go!"

I struggled as Megan dragged me into the car.

The voice of the police came from the earphones. "The person suspected to be the psychopath has disappeared. You're on standby. You don't need to go into the hotel."