Chapter 3

Lily looked up in shock, giving me an innocent look.

James, hearing the commotion, came in from the living room.

Seeing James, Lily's eyes welled up with tears: "I'm sorry, sister. I thought James had told you I'd be sleeping with you tonight."

"If you don't want me to sleep here, I'll leave right away."

James pressed his lips together: "Didn't Lily always sleep with you when she came over before?"

"Besides, we only have one bedroom, there's no other option."

"You two squeeze in for tonight, and first thing tomorrow morning, I'll take a day off to help Lily find a place."

I coldly repeated: "Get out."

"Both of you, get out."

I've always been mild-mannered, so when James saw me like this, he knew I was truly angry. He signaled to Lily with his eyes, indicating that they should leave.

Seeing this, Lily started gathering her bedding while sobbing.

As they left and closed the door, my tears finally fell uncontrollably down my cheeks.

These tears were so bitter.

Half for finally seeing my place in James's heart, half for my seven years of youth.

I don't know what time I fell asleep, but as soon as the alarm went off, I habitually got up.

After so many years, I had been trained into a qualified corporate slave, and a qualified corporate slave goes to work no matter what happens, no matter how upset they are.

Opening the bedroom door, I saw Lily and James also getting ready for work.

Today's weather matched my mood - pouring rain.

Lily looked out the window and whined to James, "Let's take a cab today, okay?"

"Our offices are on the same route anyway, it won't cost much. Fifty dollars should be enough to get there."

James's eyes were full of indulgence as he took out his phone and called a cab without hesitation.

James looked at my puffy and swollen eyes, a flash of concern crossing his face: "Emma, come with us. It's raining heavily today."

I shook my head and went to wash up.

For the past seven years, to save money, I never took a cab, whether it was raining or even during a typhoon.

Several times I had already opened the ride-hailing app and entered the starting location, but seeing the fare displayed on my phone, I would steel myself, grab an umbrella, and walk a mile to take the bus instead.

Thinking back now, although James always said he felt sorry for me, he never actively offered to call a car for me.

As I reached the ground floor, I seemed to see my past self wearing rain boots, carefully holding an umbrella, but still getting splashed all over by passing cars, looking utterly miserable.

The rain was getting heavier, fine droplets landing on my body, adding a chill to my heart.

This time, I called a car for myself.

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