“Mommy and I live here now.” The monster was very excited. He took out a lot of snacks from a drawer and presented them all to me. “I saved all of these for you. Taste them.”
I climbed onto the sofa and sat next to him. I picked up a biscuit from the pile of snacks and put it in my pocket. I wanted to share it with Daddy when I went back to his palace.
“All of these are for you. You don’t need to choose just one,” the monster reminded me animatedly. The bandages on his face were wrapped tightly around him like a scarf, only revealing his eyes and mouth. I studied him carefully and realized that the color of his eyes were the exact same as mine.
I shook my head. “I shouldn’t eat too many snacks. They’re bad for my teeth.”
“Fine.”
The monster was a little disappointed and returned the snacks to the drawer.
After thinking for a while, I told him in a comforting voice, “I’ll eat them the next time I come here.”
“You won’t stay here?” he asked curiously.
I contemplated for a while and answered vaguely, “Let me see.”
“See what?”
I didn’t answer his question. Instead, I jumped off the sofa and walked around the room. Firstly, I needed to confirm if the monster had told me the truth before I decided if I wanted to stay.
Although no bad guys who kidnapped children would roam around the imperial city, what if he had lied to me about being my brother? I didn’t want to be fooled.
Beryl’s POV
I swept my eyes over the room curiously and asked the little monster numerous questions. Gradually, I began to believe that he was indeed my brother, as we had almost the same likes and dislikes.
I excitedly grabbed his hand and asked, “Where is your Daddy?”
He was quiet for a few moments before replying in an aggrieved tone, “We don’t have a father.”
“You’re wrong. I have a father. He is very good-looking!” I swung my legs smugly.
The little monster’s eyes flew to me in surprise. “That’s impossible. We are brother and sister. If I don’t have a father, how can you have one? You must have lost your mind.”
“No, he is my Daddy.” I was not convinced, so I sprung to my feet and refuted.
“Since you say he is Daddy, why doesn’t Mommy know about him?” the little monster asked me calmly. Instead of arguing with me, he was trying to reason with me.
But I didn’t want to hear him out. Since I regained consciousness, Daddy had been by my side all the time. How was it possible that I didn’t have a father? The little monster must be jealous because I had a father.
“Mommy also knows him. She didn’t say that he is not Daddy! As she hasn’t denied this fact, he is my father. You have to believe me! Otherwise, I won’t talk to you anymore!” I argued with the little monster, my face flushed. I wanted to shout so that I could drown out the little monster’s negative voice.
“If he is really our father, you should take me to meet him.”
He softened his position. He wanted to see our father.
I snorted. “Okay. Anyway, he’s my father.”
“We have the same father. We are twins and can’t be separated,” he explained again.
I curled my lips to one side. I didn’t want to continue this argument. Anyway, he would realize the truth when he saw Daddy. Maybe he would happily call him Daddy too.
I was secretly pleased. If this was the case, the little monster should thank me. After all, I found our father first. That meant I also helped him discover his father.
I didn’t know how Daddy would react when he saw the little monster. After all, he was quite ugly.
The little monster fell silent and kept stealing glances at me. He seemed to be trying to figure out if I was angry.
I raised my chin and gave him a haughty look. He burst into laughter, as if he was mocking me.
For some reason, I felt ashamed and annoyed. I felt like my expression right now was a little goofy, so I started another quarrel with him.
During the argument, I accidentally knocked a wooden box off the table to the ground. Although I quarreled with people, I didn’t want to be seen as a spoiled brat who would smash things when I was angry.
I placed the wooden box back on the table and then realized that there were several handmade dolls inside the box. Each of them was cute and looked familiar. “You made these for Mommy in your handicrafts classes.
She takes them with her every time she goes on a business trip,” he explained.
As I studied the pink hair tie on the little doll, which was the same as the one in my hair, I began to believe that the masked woman was my real mother. She was not lying.
I felt a little sad that I had resisted her before. She must be very sad because I wouldn’t let her hold me. Next time I saw her, I would hug her tightly and would never neglect her deliberately again.
Although I still had no memories of her, I could sense that the masked woman loved me immensely. It was stupid to make a person who loved me sad.
Beryl’s POV
I wouldn’t risk him knowing about what went around my mind, so I diverted our conversation and cracked a smile. “So, Mommy still loves me more.”
Irked with my declaration, the little monster immediately shouted in anger, “No! Mommy loves me more than you, naughty girl!”
I snorted and didn’t back down. There was no argument that I had retreated from. “Why are you so worked up? I didn’t say that Mommy doesn’t love you. I’m just saying she loves me more.”
“Well, she loves us both the same. It’s fair now.” It seemed he was only helping himself feel much better; he looked dejected. His voice was muffled, as if he was only convincing himself that it was a fact.
How he was wheedling himself was funny to me. I thought he would always let me have my way. It turned out that he was as stubborn as an old man when it came to these situations.
But I was more self-willed than he was. When Mommy was already involved, there was no way I would let him win!
“I beg to disagree. Mommy loves me more!” I sported a wry expression and made him see it, just for the expense of pissing him even more.
Tears glistened on his eyes against the smugness that was painted on my face. For a second, I thought he was going to bawl his eyes out.
However, the next second, he proved to me how good of an actor he was. He burst into laughter, catching me off guard, all while tears still streamed down his face. This little monster! Right when I thought I had the upper hand, he conceded. “You’re so childish, Beryl. Fine, I get it now. Mommy loves you more. After all, you got hit in the head. I bet that’s how you became a little fool.”
I stamped my feet in anger. “Stop making fun of me, or I’ll tell on you for being mean to me!”
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