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In order to escape from her father's harassment, Wanda Smith took me to study abroad.

However, her mother cruelly cut off her financial support in order to separate us.

During those days, in addition to studying, we also had to work two jobs to make a living.

Although life was hard, we never forgot to have fun and laugh, even while brushing our teeth.

In that small apartment, we quarreled and made noises, and all we could see was each other.

How wonderful it would be if time could stay at that moment forever...

"Raymond, are you okay?"

The doctor's words brought my thoughts back to reality.

On the third day after moving out of the villa, my insomnia became more serious.

With the sleeping pills prescribed by the doctor, I went to the pharmacy alone, but unexpectedly met Lucas .

" Brother Raymond , why did you come to the hospital alone?"

Lucas blinked his innocent eyes, and seeing that I was silent, he pretended to be concerned and said:

"I heard that you already know about Wanda Smith's miscarriage... Don't be too sad, you are still young and you will have children in the future."

"Don't worry, there won't be any more."

As soon as I finished speaking, I saw Wanda Smith approaching with a sullen face.

I didn't understand why she was angry, I just saw her holding the medicinal spray tightly in her hand.

Lucas proudly told me that he accidentally sprained his ankle, but it was actually not serious.

This minor injury didn't require him to go to the hospital. It was all Wanda Smith's fault for insisting on bringing him here, which delayed his work.

When it was my turn to get the medicine, Wanda Smith saw the medicine bag in my hand and couldn't help asking:

" Raymond , what's wrong with you?" Seeing that I ignored her and turned to leave, she snatched my medicine and started checking it.

"Insomnia? When did you start having it?"

"Raymond, I'm talking to you. Tell me, how long are you going to keep the cold war with me?"

Wanda Smith thought that my leaving was just an impulse and a new way for me to make her feel guilty.

Therefore, she never cared about where I lived and whereabouts in the past few days.

Her cold tone attracted the attention of others.

A trace of annoyance flashed in my eyes. I took back the medicine, raised my lips helplessly, and said softly:

"I'm not messing with you."

Perhaps my tone was too calm, and Wanda Smith mistook it as me showing weakness.

She suggested that the driver take me home first and then take Lucas back to the company.

I shook my head, "Your work is more important. I can go back by myself."

When I say going back, I mean going back to the home that truly belongs to me.