I was called to the dining table and I saw Edward, having his breakfast by himself.
"Alex, would you mind joining me for the morning breakfast?"
"Oh, sorry, Young Master. I will be having my food later."
"As my little brother, join me..."
"If you insist..."
I joined him and it was indeed fun, having lunch with him. I just hope that this would continue well.
"How's the meal, Alex?"
"It's great. I am absolutely loving it."
"Good to hear that."
I never knew that time flew fast. It was my third month, staying in that mansion.
And the parents left for Mexico for a vacation whereas their son was stuck with me.
He made me clean his room, many times. The more I cleaned, the deeper I went.
I somehow found a contract with my name. It was the orphanage donation contact.
I found the truth that I was traded to this family for 20 Million Dollars.
As I was holding the contract, Edward barged in and he went mad.
"You shouldn't touch something that's not yours."
"What is this, Edward?"
"You should call me, Young Master!!!"
"Answer me!"
"I am not allowed to tell."
"Why not?"
"I won't. And you better keep your mouth shut. Or else, you might see the real me."
And yes, that small mistake turned him back to a dickhead.
Since that day, he kept acting rude to me. He wouldn't talk nice like he did before. He even stopped my meal.
He was making me, starve to death.
And eventually, one evening, I fainted while serving dinner.
The next thing, I saw was a bright light and heard a beeping sound. Then, I heard a voice, faintly.
"Alex, are you okay, my child?"
"Sister? How did I get here?"
"You fainted in the dining room and fell in coma for the past week. Have you been eating, lately?"
"No, Sister. I have not eaten for the past month. They are trying to starve me out."
"Don't worry, my child. It must have all been a dream. In fact, you have good parents."
"No, Sister. They are not good people. Just take me back to the orphanage. I love working there with the children."
"No, but they gave us orders. Sorry, my child."
"Sister, please. I just don't want to die like this. I want to die, happily.'
"You must not talk about death, my child and always be good."
"Sister..."
I can't believe that I was bedridden for the past week. But, I feel weak and tired.
And when the doctor examined me, they found out that I have level 3 cancer in my lungs. And they need to start the operation, immediately with a single signature.
I just want to continue with it because it was meant to be. And refused to give the operation.
And suddenly, someone walked in and asked others to leave the room.
