I was born into a simple family. My ordinary family was so poor that my grandfather could not even afford to visit the doctor when he fell sick. He could only endure his sickness and burn his life away like a candle. Gradually, grandfather’s sickness worsened.I was still very young back then. I could not help to reduce his suffering at all, nor could I bring him to the hospital…Since I was young, I knew that I came from a poor family. I knew I would be left all alone after my grandfather was gone. I was afraid for that day to come. I feared the day where I would be left alone in the world.Grandfather knew that no one would take care of me after his passing, so he brought me to visit one of his old comrades-in-arms.That man had no heir, so he wanted someone to be his heir. He had his eyes on me, but he wanted me to change my family name.I was the only child left in the Moore family. If I were to change my name…Although I was still young, I would have never agreed to that.
I returned to the orphanage, but I was still ‘lucky’. An Arbacian couple adopted me, but they were also abusive.The previous couple abused me for two years. Although I had just arrived in a new place, I was not scared at all. Whenever they beat me or scolded me, I remained silent. Fortunately, they were not extremely abusive. They only used me as an outlet to vent whenever they were in a bad mood. Most of the time, they were a pretty sane couple.They sent me to school.Since then, I studied psychology without their knowledge. I even used their money to look for a psychology teacher.I was still a nobody at that time. I had no wealth, but I knew the ability to read someone’s mind and control them. It made the road to my success much easier. The path of learning was challenging and lonely. However, the girl remained as my only mental support and kept me going.I promised her that we would meet again. However, I was sure that she might not be able to recognize me at all. Even