Reality

I lived with my nanny before I was five, and I had no idea who my parents were. I used to believe that all kids slept alone at night with the lamps on, just like me.

He took me to the Neal Family when I was six years old. He couldn't stand the sight of my unkempt appearance, so he enrolled me in a private tutoring program and forced me to learn the violin.

The teacher was extremely strict. He'd hit my palm if I played a wrong note, and he wouldn't let me cry.

I was given the cold shoulder by the Neal family because I was an illegitimate son with an ambiguous status. Neal never showed me any concern or affection.

He only provided me with food and clothing out of familial inclination.

At the age of 14, my mother's lawyer approached me and handed me my mother's suicide note and inheritance.

I left the Neal family for an entire 8 years and haven't seen Neal since.

Later, in my mother's inheritance, I discovered a cello and a letter. He said it was his favourite thing and that he hoped I