Sierra’s POV
They didn't seem to have noticed me as they looked away, taking their seats like royalty.
How could they be so smug about ruining their own son’s life? I always thought it was a rumour that Arthur’s parents were unsupportive of him. I didn’t think it was true in any form, but I was wrong. They truly weren’t supportive, hurting Arthur. I heard his pain through his voice.
If only they could feel it.
“Let’s go, Sierra,” Jackson said.
We walked back to her seats, Elvis beside me. He held onto his gift bag, eager to give it to Arthur if he won, but right now, I doubted he would be able to. My eyes went to Arthur’s parents yet again.
They were being given premium treatment. I didn’t hate that, but I hated how calm they were. Only because of Arthur would I not match over there.
