I remember just smiling at that, saying nothing.
Because even before that day, I had already realized—everyone in that family looked at me the same way.
When he said it, Julian was standing right beside him.
He didn’t stop Dr. Everett Lang’s malice—just let out a quiet, unreadable breath.
In that moment, what hurt me wasn’t the doctor’s deliberate mockery—it was my own brother’s indifference.
I was fifteen.
I had a family, yet when someone bullied me, not a single person stood up for me.
Back then, I felt like a stray dog.
Pathetic.
Dr. Everett Lang walked right past me this time, never noticing I was hiding in the shadows by the wall.
I stared at his back until he walked into the Locke villa—and only then did I realize he was probably here for Julian.
I stepped out of the shado
