Felicia smiled but didn’t respond.
Ever since the incident with Roberta, she had caused quite a stir within the Walsh family. Talia, the mastermind, ended up in prison. The three troublesome kids hated her to the core, not to mention Harvey.
No one would welcome her if she returned to the Walsh family, and she might even get schemed against again. What was the point of returning to a place where she constantly had to be on guard, unable to even drink a glass of water?
Seeing that Felicia didn’t say anything, Clive sighed, looking awkward. “I’m getting old, and there are many things I haven’t managed well. Even if I want to now, I’m powerless. But Harvey is still my son.” It wasn’t like he could just cut him off completely. She understood. She suddenly realized that Myra and Clive were indeed father and daughter in this respect. Their capacity for tolerance has the same limits.
Clive protected Harvey, and Myra protected Kayla in the same way.
The words of comfort that had originally been on her tongue suddenly stopped working. She said, “Grandpa, I’ll leave now.”
“You’re leaving already? You just got here. Can you stay a little longer and sit with me? By the way, I brought the books you still need to finish. Take them with you and read them at your leisure.”
“No need, Grandpa. I finished them already. My memory is good. I’ve remembered everything.” Felicia smiled slightly as she explained. “I’ve had a lot of schoolwork lately. I’ll come see you again next time.”
“Alright. Take care of yourself and stay safe.”
“Mm.”
Felicia left the Harmony Medical Center. It wasn’t that she was busy with schoolwork; that was just an excuse. If she stayed longer, hearing more of Clive’s words, she would have felt suffocated by a sensation she couldn’t explain.
She took a deep breath and stood in front of a movie theater. She walked in.
She bought a random ticket and went to watch the movie alone.
She didn’t pay much attention to the plot, but toward the movie’s end, one line of dialogue left a lasting impression on her “Happy people heal their lives with their childhood memories; unhappy people spend their lives healing their childhood trauma. “People are ultimately trapped by what they couldn’t have in their youth.”
Felicia leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and silently smiled.
“Where are you? I’ll pick you up and bring you home for dinner.”
“I’m at the entrance to the movie theater.”
She gave him the address, and it wasn’t long before he arrived.
She got into the car, and the heater’s warmth finally comforted her cold hands and feet.
“Why did you come to the movies alone?”
“Because I don’t have any friends.” Felicia smiled faintly, responding naturally.
Sebastian was momentarily stunned and then, without thinking, said, “Next time, call me along. If you feel like it’s not enough, you can also ask Mom and Dad.”
“Alright.” She smiled, agreeing in words but not truly taking it to heart. Sebastian wasn’t just her brother; Dexter and Myra weren’t just her parents.
As he drove, he handed her a cup of tea from the cup holder. “I bought this on the way here. It’s still warm. Don Dwomen usually like this?”
“Thank you, Sebastian.”
Felicia took it, poked the straw through the seal, and sipped. It was, indeed, sweet.
It had been a long time since Felicia had returned home. Since she started boarding school, she barely came back. After the training camp, she had been away for over 20 days,
and when she returned, Myrae
immediately said she had lost weight.