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r her. After getting dressed, I headed to the kitchen and prepared a simple meal. The maids kept staring at me as if I were performing some kind of magic. Maybe they thought I didn't belong in

he sting made my eyes water, but I refused to cry. I had been through worse. Just then, the door opened, and Andrew walked in. He didn't say anything at first, just stood there, his eyes flicking between my face and my injured foot. He looked as if he was trying to figure out what had happened. Finally, he spoke. "I'm going out now. I might come back late. Take care of Brian." And just like that, he turned and left. I stared at the door long after he was gone. The pain in my foot was nothing compared to the ache in my heart. Tears slipped down my cheeks before I could stop them. "I don't deserve this life," I whispered. "I never asked for this. God, why are you punishing me like this?" I wiped my tears quickly, refusing to let my emotions consume me. Crying wouldn't change anything. I had to be strong, if not for myself, then for Lily. I finished bandaging my foot and tried to stand, but the pain shot through my leg, forcing me to sit back down. Just as I was about to try again, my door suddenly burst open. Brian stood there, arms crossed, staring at me with that same arrogant expression. "You're still here," he muttered, clearly annoyed. I sighed, too exhausted to argue. "Where else would I be?" His eyes flickered to my injured foot, and for a second, I thought I saw hesitation. But it disappeared just as quickly as it came. Instead, he smirked and stepped closer. "You're faking it," he said, his voice filled with childish arrogance. I frowned. "Faking what?" "Your injury," he scoffed. "You just want attention, don't you? Well, let's see how real it is." Before I could react, Brian grabbed my injured foot and squeezed it-hard. A sharp cry escaped my lips as pain exploded through my leg. "Brian!" I gasped, trying to pull away, but he tightened his grip. "You're not my mom, and you never will be!" he shouted, pressing down even harder. I felt the bandage loosen, and when I looked down, fresh blood was already seeping through. "Brian, stop!" I pleaded, my voice breaking from the pain.