Chapter 4
A chill swept over me, causing my teeth to chatter from the cold.
Originally, Bronson no longer cared about my pain.
I hung up the phone and deleted all of Bronson’s contact information.
The moment I boarded the plane, I felt as if I had returned to that day.
The only difference was that this time I left in a sorry state, covered in bruises.
After leaving the airport, I saw a figure in the crowd waving a sign excitedly.
I forced a smile and walked towards him.
After seeing me, my younger brother Maxwell Mercado gave me a big bear hug.
“Veronica, you finally came back, I missed you so much.”
I frowned in pain and busily patted his shoulder.
“Take it easy, I just had surgery,” Maxwell exclaimed, widening his mouth in shock. “What surgery? What happened to you, Veronica? It’s not serious, is it?”
I shook my head, “Not serious.”
Maxwell had a lot to say, chattering incessantly all the way.
“Veronica, did that Bronson not come back with you?”
Two years ago, when I reunited with Bronson, I was so excited that I immediately opened a video call with Maxwell and told him everything.
Maxwell was clearly very tired, but he still forced himself to listen to me until I finished.
“Veronica, if you still loved each other, then be together. You have already missed each other once; you cannot miss each other again.”
I was so excited that I nodded repeatedly, even thinking of several possible outcomes.
What should I do if Bronson doesn’t love me anymore? If he is single, then I will pursue him.
If he had a girlfriend, then I would withdraw.
Before I could take the initiative, Bronson took the lead and sent me a signal of reconciliation.
He spoke with deep sincerity, his eyes filled with tenderness and affection.
I panicked, my heart moved, and I couldn’t even be bothered to argue about the authenticity, so we just got back together like that.
Chapter 4
We were together for two years, but it was a colossal lie.
The car slowly came to a stop, and I suddenly came to my senses, looking at the familiar buildings outside the window, feeling a tightness in my chest.
I unbuckled my seatbelt, but Maxwell remained motionless.
He stretched out his hand and pointed at my eyes.
“Veronica, you cried again.”
I subconsciously touched the corner of my eye, and Maxwell suddenly hugged me.
“Veronica, were you mistreated? Did that Bronson bully you?”
He was full of heartache, with a hint of anger in his words.
I patted his shoulder and said, “No, get out of the car, Mom must be worried.”
It had been two years since I last returned to this home, and upon stepping in again, the spirit I had
two years ago was long gone.
My mother looked at my pale face, full of pity.
“Having been away for two years, how did I end up like this? Veronica, you have suffered.” I shook. my head, trying to force a smile to comfort my mother, but that smile was even uglier than crying.
Outside, I was an adult.
At home, I was still my mom’s child.
I held onto my mom, seeking protection and comfort just like when I was a child.
My mother gently traced along my back, again and again. She didn’t press for answers, and I didn’t speak up to explain my two years of absence from home.
My family, until now, believed that I had only undergone a minor surgery.
After resting at home for half a month, my body gradually recovered as before.
Just that piece in my heart has always been melancholic.
Maxwell was afraid that I had depression, so he forcefully dragged me out of the house.
“Veronica, you couldn’t stay at home all day, you would really get sick.”
“Now I was the pillar of the family, if you really had any discomfort, you tell me, I would definitely stand by your side.”
Maxwell has always been sensitive, and although I didn’t explicitly say it, he also guessed about seventy to eighty percent.
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Itugged at the corner of my lips as he styled his hair and applied a delicate makeup,
Bright eyes and red lips, there was not a trace of decadence.
Maxwell took me to an auction.
He pinched my hand and smiled, saying, “Veronica, whatever you like, just take a picture, and little brother will buy it for you.”
I forced out a smile and said, “Okay, I won’t be polite with you.‘
The auction items were dazzling, and I set my eyes on a ring, which was said to have been passed down by a princess from a certain country.
I couldn’t wait to put it in my pocket.
I managed to raise the value of the item from twenty million to eighty million.
I excitedly pinched my fingertips, and the next second, a deep voice suddenly sounded.
“One billion.”
