“You’ll forgive me, right?” Monica called after Julia at the lack of a reply.
Julia didn’t look back and settled her gaze on the floor. She replied mildly, “Either way, I do owe you something. I can’t deny that. Rest well, alright? We’ll talk about everything else later.”
I could sense Julia’s sorrow. After bending over backward to treat Monica wholeheartedly, she found out that Monica had been plotting against the people closest to her the whole time. Anybody would be rattled by that. When I left the hospital, I could still hear Monica wailing and sobbing behind me.
This time, there was no one to comfort her.
“Chris, you should go home to check on Julia later.” I felt slightly wary. Christopher had told Julia the truth in order to stop her from protecting Monica, but the truth hurt. As always, the ones who cared the most got hurt the most badly. I felt that Christopher should go home and have a proper chat with his mother.
“Are you coming with me?” Christopher asked.
“I don’t think I should.” If I went along with Christopher at a time like this, it would just seem like I wanted to join in the drama. Julia needed time to calm down and she definitely didn’t want to see my face around her. “We have plenty of chances to go together in the future, so you should go alone for now. By the way, I’m not leaving any dinner for you.”
I shoved him into his car and helped him start the engine. “Bye! You know distance makes the heart fonder, right? If I stare at your face for too long, I might start to get tired of it,” I joked.
Monica’s issues seemed to be settled for now, but the rumors floating around on the internet continued to emerge. Since the National Youth Art Exhibition and Contest was such a huge event, all the participants’ information had been dug up.
As the ultimate ‘third party’, I received a ton of hateful messages on Twitter. They didn’t just attack me, they attacked my art as well and scoffed that any high school student could draw better than I did.
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