Forgotten

Flashback
"Ok. I will you one month to buy a house for the two of you. If you get to buy the house within the month you may marry him. If not I will find some other guy who is worthy for you."
"Dad! Thanks. Thanks.."
End flashback

Caroline looked at me and went up to her room after bidding me good night. In the corner of the living room, with one light bulb remain, I really wish I was like my sister.

Next morning
"Mrs. Anderson. You are in charge for the operation in room 302."
"Yes. Come on. Hurry."
Once I reached the room, it really caught me up because it was a boy around the age of 8. His face was full of blood and I could see his flesh. I played my part as fast as I could. After I finished the operation, the boy was awake.
"Hey, don't worry,ok? Please tell me your guardian's name so I could make contact."
" I'm his guardian. Thanks for the operation. It seem that my brother, Charles here met an accident on his way back home while riding his bicycle. My name is Newt."
I looked up to him and he started to lean against me. He was getting so closer to me that it was so embarrassing. I pushed him away and kicked his foot.
"What the hell you think you were doing hah? This is a hospital and not an open club for you to choose your own hooker,ok? Please be reminded. "
"You will really regret this but I will be meeting you soon later. Have a good day."

I don't know who is that bit I know that is not the type of guy that I want. He is in the idiotic, prevert guy ever.
Useless ever. But who is he?
Around 6pm, I was getting ready to go to my father's friend's mansion. He has two sons. The eldest is working as a lawyer. The youngest is just a school student. I wore my mini dress in red and black with my black pump. I was excited and my heart was not in the mood that evening. Once we reached, I was amused. There's a huge chandelier hung up. It looks like in the story Cinderella. We sat at the dining table with Mr. and Mrs. Sanders.
"Steven, where are those two boys? Call them. The guests are waiting."
"Don't need to call us because here we are. Welcome to Sanders mansion. Mostly you, my dear."