Chapter 688: Made into a wax figure
Yes, it’s all because of Andrew!
Angel thought over and over again uncontrollably:
——What if Andrew had never been born?
——How great would it be if he were the only child of his parents?
——How wonderful it would be if Andrew died now!
God may have heard his prayers and arranged for Andrew's death.
Angel was initially unaware that Andrew was dead.
All he knew was that his parents suddenly sent someone to take him home.
Angel couldn't believe that Goddess of Luck would actually favor him!
He can finally live with his parents and brothers!
A happy life is waiting for him.
On the way back, he was so happy that he couldn't help himself - he didn't understand why the person who picked him up had such a heavy and serious expression.
He foolishly kept thanking God - he didn't know at the time that his painful life had just begun -
Angel did not return directly to his home in the United States, but was sent to a private hospital.
His majestic father and beautiful mother were waiting there.
As soon as the mother saw Angel, she buried her face in the handkerchief and burst into tears - seeing Angel's face, her heart broke for her son Andrew, who couldn't help her miserable life.
"Mother--" Angel didn't understand why his mother was crying. He opened his upper arms and wanted to step forward and hug his mother.
But his father raised his cane and pressed it against Angel's shoulder, preventing him from moving forward.
The father looked at Angel with disgust and said, "From today on, you are Andrew."
Mother cried louder.
Angel didn't understand.
"But, I am Angel——"
"Snapped!"
The father slapped Angel so hard that his ears buzzed and stars shot out of his eyes.
He covered his face and looked at his father in confusion.
"I say it again, from today on, you are Andrew." The father said coldly.
Why? Angel wanted to ask but didn't dare.
The father turned to a group of doctors in white coats standing aside and said, "Is the operating room ready? Arrange an operation for her as soon as possible."
Operation? What surgery?
Angel was scared.
She is afraid of injections and scalpels——
No one cared what Angel thought.
It was a long surgery.
After waking up, Angel knew that he was different.
He didn't know exactly where.
Since that operation, every time he urinates, he has to experience the pain of a sharp knife piercing his body.
In the months that followed, Angel underwent more than a dozen surgeries, large and small.
From a few words, Angel finally learned about Andrew's death, and also understood the true meaning of his father's words, "From today on, you are Andrew"——
God, oh, the God who loves mischief, put him in Andrew's place. Angel thought complicatedly. He didn't know if this was the ending he wanted.
After being discharged from the hospital, Angel finally returned to his home.
The home where father and mother are present.
Angel moved into the room that originally belonged to Andrew - hung with countless medals and display cabinets filled with trophies -
On Andrew's desk, there are photos of his father, mother and Andrew.
Everyone in the photo is smiling brightly.
The white teeth they showed when they smiled stung Angel's eyes.
Andrew, you are dead. Angel thought. Now, it's up to me to accept my parents' love.
Angel threw the photo frame into the trash can, looked at the room full of medals and trophies, and thought: If you can do it, I can do it too. If I do it, can I also get the love of my parents?
Therefore, Angel studied hard, trained with all his strength, and worked hard to improve himself.
Angel didn't want much, a smile from his mother and a compliment from his father, that's all.
However, no matter how hard he worked and how good his grades were, his mother never smiled at him, and his father never gave him the slightest bit of approval.
All you get in exchange is comparison and criticism.
"Are you a stupid pig?" My father scolded me coldly. "How many times do I have to tell you that when eating, your elbows cannot exceed the tabletop! You cannot spit out the food that comes into your mouth! Oh - God, You are simply a savage."
"Andrew, you have to smile, smile!" Mother wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, "Oh my god, why are you always smiling? As if you are being bullied by us? You should thank us wholeheartedly, thank God, and always keep smiling. …Oh my god, what a sunny and cheerful boy my Andrew is—woohoo—”
"Andrew, your equestrian teacher said that your equestrian jumping is very bad - you can't do what Andrew could do at the age of five, but you can't do it now!" The father touched his forehead with his hand in disappointment, "God - It should be him, not my Andrew!"
Angel cannot like anything with warm colors, cannot like cats and dogs, cannot like beautiful flowers, cannot spend too long looking in the mirror and dressing up——
Angel couldn't like anything that reminded her parents of a girl.
Under the heavy pressure, Angel's mind was twisted.
——Andrew? He is a wretch. And I am the true chosen one.
——I hate this world. I hate everyone.
——I am in pain. So, I want to make everyone suffer!
Even if he became the president of the Masons, everyone smiled at him and treated him with respect, but he knew that these smiles were just masks.
No one really liked him.
Until this moment.
The girl sitting in front of him and smiling at him said she was like an angel.
—— She was shining, but this shining was not dazzling;
—— She was perfect, but this perfection did not make Angel painful.
Should she be made into a wax figure?
No, no.
—— Angel decided to throw away all these tools in a while.