I Thought 'Home' Meant Warmth Nope, Just a Doghouse... Till I'm the HEIR, And It's novel Chapter 24

Chapter 6

After the doctor carefully examined my body, he kept shaking his head and sighing.

“This child was too young, her body already weak, and then they forcibly drew too much blood, she couldn’t withstand that kind of trauma.”

“The wolf pack didn’t hit any vital organs, but the blood loss was what killed her…”

The doctor paused, his tone tinged with regret: “If you’d been reached in time and she’d gotten an immediate transfusion, maybe… there might have been a slim

chance.”

Dad looked like those words hit him like a bullet. He shuddered violently, then collapsed to the ground like a puppet with cut strings.

suddenly, he raised his hand and started slapping himself across the face, over and over.

It’s all my fault… Daddy’s so sorry… Daddy’s a piece of shit!!”

Dad’s voice was full of regret: “How could I… how could I not think that you would…”

My body floated in the air. With each slap Dad gave himself, I seemed to become a little more transparent.

The day they buried me, Dad’s back-which had always been so straight-looked like it had been crushed by an invisible mountain.

He knelt in front of my headstone. Despite everyone trying to stop him, he kept kowtowing, one after another.

His forehead hit the ground hard, making dull thumping sounds.

Tessa… Daddy was wrong… Daddy didn’t think you would die… Daddy just… just didn’t want Mommy to get upset again…”

)ad cried while talking, his words all blurred together:

Mommy and Daddy were both wrong… we shouldn’t have sent you away… we shouldn’t have… shouldn’t have blamed everything on you…”

floated in the air, listening to Dad’s confession. A tiny, inappropriate feeling of happiness suddenly welled up inside me.

o… Daddy didn’t send me away because he hated me completely.

le just… just wanted to protect Mommy. He was scared Mommy would get triggered again…

nd Mom-after the huge shock of hearing I died-slept for three whole days.

ven in her sleep, she kept murmuring my name restlessly: “Tessa… Tessa…”

When she woke up again, the madness was completely gone from her eyes. All that was left was overwhelming sadness and despair.

ad took Mom, who seemed mentally checked out, to the place where I’d spent most of my short life.

t was a room that had almost nothing in it except the cage.

he cage was big enough for me to “move around freely” inside.

n the corner of the cage, Mom found a sketchbook I’d left behind.

Since I’d never gone to school, I couldn’t write or spell.

All the feelings I couldn’t say out loud were clumsily expressed with wobbly lines and colors on these drawings.

Page after page, the content was shockingly consistent.

They all showed a family of three.

Daddy, Mommy, and tiny me, holding hands, with big smiles drawn on our faces.

Some pages were all crumpled, covered with my dried tears.

As Mom kert looking, her vision got blurry.

Campter

Warm tears poured out again, falling in big drops onto the drawings.

Her tears fell in the exact same spot as mine had.

In that moment, it felt like I could touch Mommy through the drawing.

But after that day, my parents-who hadn’t fought once in all these years-had the most explosive argument ever.

“Look at this! Sebastian, look at this!” Mom held up those crumpled drawings, her voice shrill.

“Look how many she drew! She just wanted us to spend time with her! And what did you do? You locked her in a cage! Like she was some kind of animal! And then you threw her away! You locked my daughter in a cage!!!”

Dad’s eyes were bloodshot. He violently swept everything off the table.

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