Unfortunately... sadly... I'm still alive. Many years have passed since I got hit. The high school girl I was then is now a grown woman. So many things happened—things that broke me and changed my life forever.
I don't know... my story is twisted. Can you believe it? The one who ran me over was actually my biological grandfather. Yes, it was discovered during a blood transfusion, and surprisingly, we were a match.
I would've died... if Grandpa hadn't insisted on giving me his blood.
And now, I'm watching my beloved Grandpa being lowered into the ground.
I suppressed my emotions, my sorrow, and stood tall—like a mountain. Because if I showed even the slightest weakness, there were too many hyenas ready to strike and use it against me.
"Child, we're here for you." A familiar voice of a woman said, wearing Miss Dior B2U Gray Butterfly sunglasses. I turned to face the weeping woman beside me.
Thanks to my own sunglasses, no one could see the overflowing disappointment and disgust in my eyes.
"I appreciate your presence and concern, Mrs. Yves. And your family," I said with a beautiful smile that showed no trace of weakness. I could see the nervous flicker in her eyes.
"Child? How can you say that? We are your family. Of course, we care about you. How about we stay at your place? So we can take care of you? Now that your Grandpa is gone, you're all alone. Your siblings can help you manage—"
"Hah." I laughed sarcastically.
Would you look at this woman? She's really something. Truly.
"Stop pushing your luck, woman. I'm grateful that you took care of me when I was young. But..." I stepped closer, and they visibly paled, swallowing hard.
"Don't you ever—ever—dare or dream that you can lay your filthy hands on my Grandpa's legacy. The day you colluded with those damn schemers to use me, harm me, kill me—that was the day we stopped being 'family.' I loathe you. I hate you. Remember that."
I turned to my bodyguards and gestured.
"Drag them out of here."
"You! Bitch! You ungrateful wretch!!" shouted the man I once called father.
"Cut his tongue. Make sure he never speaks another word again."
"Yes, Lady Ophelia!"
I paid no mind to the chaos or the watching eyes.
"Dad!! Nooo!!"
"Honey!!"
"AAAAAH!!!"
I raised my gloved hand and slowly clenched it into a fist.
Gunshots erupted.
Then—silence.
People backed away in fear, clearing a path.
That's more like it. This silence.
I smiled, elegant and cold, at the crowd. I appreciated their efforts to visit my beloved grandfather.
My Lolo, the one they targeted... and killed.