Chapter 5

When they heard I wanted to bring Lucas home, my parents both expressed confusion.

Clearly, they had already heard about his usual behavior from the other kids at the orphanage.

But I didn't care at all and insisted on doing so.

With no other choice, they finally agreed.

And so, 8-year-old Lucas came home with me.

I took him to the room on the second floor and opened the thick curtains. The floor-to-ceiling windows were spacious and bright.

I turned around and gave him a warm smile.

"Because in this life, it's our turn to have some good days."

Of course he didn't understand and just looked at me in confusion.

"Who's this?" Lucas pointed at a photo frame on the bookshelf.

It was Jason sitting in a toy car, taken on his sixth birthday last year.

"No one." I picked up the frame and threw it in the trash without hesitation.

I remembered in my previous life when Jason coldly told me he would only ever recognize Emily as his sister.

Very well.

In this life, I don't need him as a brother either.

After a while, Lucas looked up at me again and asked:

"How long are you planning to keep me? Three months or six months?"

As far as I knew, Lucas had already been abandoned twice before.

He no longer had any expectations about being adopted. His temper grew increasingly volatile, getting into fights at the drop of a hat and keeping to himself.

Until I appeared at the orphanage years later, and two equally isolated kids gradually became friends.

Recalling this, I walked over to Lucas and said seriously:

"Not three months or six months. You can stay in this family forever, until you want to leave on your own."

He looked at me for a very long time without saying anything.