Chapter 11

I slowly lifted my head, struggling to hold back tears.It had been so long since anyone had praised me.Even the floating comments' compliments were always built upon endorsing my parents' actions. They never once believed my parents' treatment of me was wrong.It was as if all my achievements were simply the natural, deserved outcome of my parents' decisions.Only Mr. and Mrs. Weston would tell me that my achievements and success were the result of my own hard work. They recognized that I had earned it by pushing myself to study tirelessly every single day, all while enduring relentless criticism and oppression.I didn't know if it was a greedy longing for the validation I had craved for so many years or simply a yearning for a real home, but I said yes to Mrs. Weston.And so, I ended up staying with the Westons.In just a few short days, right next door to the house I had grown up in, I experienced an entirely different kind of life.Mr. and Mrs. Weston were wonderful to me,

Chapter 12

It made me see, with absolute clarity, just how absurd my parents truly were. Under the guise of doing everything for my own good, they had pushed me step by step to the brink of destruction.If it hadn't been for the Westons, I probably would have died on the night I was stopped outside the villa gates by the security guard, consumed by the hatred of being abandoned by my parents and the bitter agony of my own failure.On the first day of college, I ran into my parents again. They were accompanying Nathan to campus.I had learned from Mr. Weston that Nathan went to the same college as me and was one year ahead, though he had gotten in through the arts tracks."Malcolm, you're outstanding—far more than Nathan."It was only through the Westons' repeated, sincere praise that I finally realized I was never inferior to Nathan at all. So, when I saw him this time, that sense of inferiority I'd always carried finally disappeared.I slowly withdrew my gaze and wheeled my luggage toward

Chapter 13

The words "son" and "home" shattered the very last of my defenses. I wept uncontrollably, yet for the first time in 20 years, I felt true happiness.To my surprise, I ran into Mr. and Mrs. Maxwell at the airport.Mrs. Maxwell threw her arms around me tightly and sobbed."We're sorry, Malcolm. We totally messed up. It was very selfish of us to force the pain from our own youth onto you. We were so busy denying everything about you that we forgot to see how remarkable you are."Beside her, Mr. Maxwell's eyes had reddened too. With a trembling hand, he ruffled my hair."Sorry, Malcolm. Back then, we said so many cruel things and completely ignored your feelings. Part of it, honestly, was because of Nathan. He told us you were always calling him, egging him on to swindle money from us to give to you."We believed him, and that was why we treated you so harshly. For that, I apologize. But look at how outstanding you've become now—doesn't that just prove our decisions back then were ri

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Chapter 11

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