Chapter 2

My lighter body quickly caught up to my parents.

They were resting at a service area with lots of delicious food on the table.

Mom was urging Sam to drink some hot water.

"It's too cold today. You must drink some hot water."

Sam reluctantly took a sip. I quietly swallowed, wanting so badly to drink some hot water too.

"Mom, I want some too."

I timidly begged, but Mom remained completely indifferent.

She fed Sam water and gave Sam fruit.

She seemed unable to see me at all.

I held back my sadness.

Just then, Dad suddenly raised his hand to look at his watch and frowned.

"We've been waiting at the service area for an hour. Why hasn't Chloe arrived yet? I hope nothing happened to her."

My heart lifted with joy.

Dad-he finally remembered me.

"Dad, I met a really big truck. I was too tired to run, and that truck-"

I wanted to tell Dad loudly.

But Mom said impatiently, "Dylan, it's only two kilometers. It's not that far."

"If it were Sam, he would've run here already."

"She's always been lazy since childhood. This is a good chance to let her exercise!"

Sam nodded.

He wasn't just good at math-he was athletic too.

"She's already slow. If she doesn't get some exercise, what are we going to do when she's always sick?"

He snorted coldly.

Sam often mocked me. This time in the car, he suddenly asked me a math question.

He just wanted to laugh at how stupid I was.

Before, I would always grin at Sam foolishly, never holding grudges. After all, he was my brother.

But this time I was a little angry.

I yelled at him. "I am not! Sam is so mean!"

If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been kicked out of the car.

Dad hesitated. He looked at the thick fog outside, then his brow gradually relaxed.

"A two-kilometer walk takes adults 20 to 35 minutes. Considering external factors, it's normal for a child to be a bit later."

Hearing Dad's words made my heart feel heavy.

I'd been sickly since childhood, getting winded after walking just a few steps, let alone walking 3,000 steps in such cold weather.

But they seemed to have forgotten. They decided to wait a little longer.

They waited another hour, until Sam got impatient.

He pestered Dad to drive.

Just then, a couple walked in. Their conversation interrupted Sam.

"We left at dawn on purpose, but there's still a traffic jam."

"That accident just now was really terrible. I heard the kid's brains were splattered everywhere. It was just a child..."

At those words, Dad trembled violently.

Mom panicked too. She quickly opened her phone.

She saw the little dot still moving on her phone and breathed a sigh of relief.

The next second, she became angry again.

"The camera I bought not only records video but also has GPS tracking."

"Look, she's moving fast right now. She definitely got a ride and is playing victim. She doesn't listen at all!"

"We're not waiting for her anymore. Let's leave now. If she's so capable, she can have whoever's driving her take her home!"

Hearing this, I became anxious.

"Mom, that's not true."

"I didn't. That's an ambulance, not a ride I found."

But Mom couldn't hear me.

She bundled Sam up tightly and pulled Dad to the car to go home.

I cried as I followed my parents' car.

The ambulance siren seemed to get closer and closer, but Dad hit the gas and exited the highway.

The car soon arrived at my grandparents'house.

I rushed toward them feeling wronged, but passed right through them.