Chapter 4

The first day of the livestream ended.

The chat was filled with insults directed at me.

On the second day, Cassandra got off work a little earlier than usual.

As she came in, she held a warm bag in her hand.

“Riley, you wanted a pastry yesterday, right? Sister bought it specifically after work. It’s your favorite savory kind, try it quickly.”

She handed the pastry to me, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

I glanced at the pastry, my tone indifferent.

“I don’t want it now.”

A flicker of disappointment and sadness crossed Cassandra’s face.

But she forced a smile and said,

“What do you want to eat then? Sister will make it for you.”

I shot her a cold look.

“I don’t want anything you make.”

With that, I maneuvered my wheelchair, ready to go to the balcony for some fresh air.

As I exited my room, I bumped straight into Jake, who was holding a liquor bottle.

The bottle in his hand fell to the floor, and he immediately exploded in rage.

“Damn it, are you blind?! You just spilled all my expensive liquor!”

He picked up the bottle and forcefully kicked my wheelchair.

The wheelchair lurched violently, tipping to one side.

“Riley!”

Cassandra cried out, rushing forward, shielding me and the wheelchair with her body.

Her hand was scraped by the wheelchair, leaving a deep gash, visible to the bone, bleeding profusely.

But she ignored the pain, quickly steadying me before turning to Jake, shaken and furious.

“Jake! You almost hurt Riley!”

Jake glared at me.

“She’s useless; she can’t even feel pain. Why are you so worked up?”

“This is so annoying! All that good liquor wasted because of her!”

Jake grumbled as he stomped back into his room to continue drinking.

Cassandra, still shaken, first checked me all over to make sure I was okay.

Only after confirming I was unharmed did she endure the pain in her hand to inspect the kicked wheelchair.

Finding a buckle somewhat loose, she immediately pulled out her toolbox.

She tightened and reinforced it little by little, working late into the night.

In the livestream, the comments continued to boil over:

“I’m crying. Where can you find a sister this good? Her hand is so badly injured, yet all she cares about is her sister.”

“Seriously, why is this amazing sister so unlucky to be stuck with such a blind, heartless invalid of a sister?”

“Exactly! Is this sister’s heart made of stone? Her sister has done so much for her, why is she so cold to her?!”

“No wonder they say unfortunate people often have something hateful about them. This sister is so hopelessly biased towards her brother, she deserves to be paralyzed!”

“This is so suffocating. Sister, just let go! This kind of sister isn’t worth it!”

The livestream chat was filled with outrage. Even Mr. Davis, the reporter, called me.

“Is this the three-day secret livestream you wanted? Do you know what the chat has been saying about you these past two days?”

“Your sister has done so much for you. Aren’t you just asking to be hated?”

I glanced at Cassandra, who was quietly tending to her wound in the living room, and said calmly,

“There’s one last day.”

“Then you’ll know everything.”