It's been a day after the conversation I had with Rufus. He got busy with his work today, so I'm back from being alone again.
I still haven't thought of a way how to reconcile with my family, and it's the reason why they often return home late at night or spend the night in their office. The only people I can talk to in the house are the maids and the staff, who pity me for what is happening.
Brother Pascal doesn't even visit the Lauretré residence now. I heard from the nurses that he is now staying in the small house he bought before. And every time I went to the hospital for a check up, he would treat me coldly.
It's a good thing Brother Pascal allowed me to work already because I'm about to die of boredom in our house.
My parents didn't let me work because of the wound I got. They are afraid that it might create a huge issue if people see my wounds. I just covered my hands with gloves so people wouldn't notice my bandages.
