Until one night, a fire broke out in the lab building.
I was wearing earplugs and didn’t hear the alarm.
My mentor rushed up to call me downstairs.
At this time, due to the high temperature, the light fixture on the lab ceiling
fell down.
She shielded me with her body.
The light fixture hit her head squarely.
Before the fire department arrived, she probably knew she couldn’t be saved. She held my hand, begging me to adopt Uma and raise her as my own daughter.
I agreed.
In the end, my mentor died in the fire.
And I went to pick up Uma.
Uma was too young, her memories of her mom were already very vague, so she’s always called me mom since then.
And my depression got worse and worse.
As long as I closed my eyes, I could picture that scene in the lab building.
This had become my psychological trauma.
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The only person who was kind to me abroad had passed away.
For the next few years, I lived like a walking corpse.
When I finally came to my senses, I found that my back was already
soaked with sweat.
At this time, a car stopped in front of me.
When the car door opened, I saw Orion’s face.
He didn’t close the car door, but came directly to me and asked if I was
hurt.
“I heard there was a fire here… Come on, I’ll take you to the hospital.”
Orion forgot to keep his distance and directly grabbed my wrist.
I yanked my hand away forcefully: “Mr. John, I’m fine. Don’t trouble
yourself.”
This time, his reaction was particularly intense.
“Yara! What do you take me for! I found out about your medical records
abroad. Last December alone, you went to the hospital at least three times, all to the psychiatric department! You have depression, don’t you? Why didn’t you tell me!”
Faced with Orion’s barrage of accusations, I only felt it was ironic.
The person least qualified to criticize me in this world was Orion.
The person least qualified to criticize me in this world was Orion.
And he continued: “Moreover, you never even registered for marriage! Yara, what on earth did you learn during these years abroad? How did you become so depraved?”
Uma shrank behind me in fear, tears streaming down her face.
Taking a deep breath, I raised my hand and slapped Orion hard across the
face.
The rest of his words were like a stuck tape, unable to come out anymore.
Orion touched the side of his face, staring at me in a daze.
“Orion, what do you want me to tell you?” I spoke calmly, “That I got depression and wished I was dead? That I nearly encountered a shooting abroad? That I lived in fear every day? To be honest, would you have cared? And you seem to have forgotten one thing.”
“You never let me contact you in the first place.”
Orion fell silent.
A few seconds later, he took a step towards me: “1”
I shook my head, retreating half a step with no strength: “Let’s leave it at that, Orion.”
This is how my life has turned out, isn’t it?
From now on, my only wish is to have no more contact with Orion.
Five years is long enough to see a person clearly.
I picked up Uma and left Orion’s sight.
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