Every time she snuck out to ride her motorcycle, I would curse her and tell her to be careful.

Ashley always acted like I was a pain in the ass.

"Why are you being so annoying?

I'm riding a motorcycle, not going to war, so chill out!

You're not my brother, Brandon doesn't even say anything, so why should you?"

Even though I knew she was annoyed, I would still tell her to be careful before she left.

But all those times I'd cared about her vanished with the unanswered cries for help over the past five years.

Ashley's face darkened.

"Aren't you afraid I'll crash if I drive too fast?"

I shook my head.

"I don't know about that.

Isn't the thrill what it’s all about?"

"If you don't have anything else to say, I'm going back to my room?"

Ashley blocked my path.

I tried to go around her, but she stopped me.

"So, we sent you to the crazy house for five years.

Are you going to hold a grudge forever?

If you hadn't been bullying Brandon, would we have sent you there?"

She smiled coldly.

Every time we argued, she would accuse me of bullying Brandon.

Then, she would watch me break down.

But this time, I just shook my head calmly.

"I'm not angry.

Really."

She seemed very angry and kicked the table.

When I saw Emily again, I thought I would be emotional.

I thought I’d tell her about the pain I’d suffered all these years, but nothing happened.

Not even a ripple in my heart.

She and Brandon stood together, a perfect match, and she looked at him with a tenderness I'd never seen.

When she saw me, she frowned.

I’d always thought of myself as Emily's fiancé.

Out of all my dreams of being a scientist or a doctor, I wrote that I wanted to marry Emily.

Now that I think about it, I was probably always chasing after Emily.

And Emily never said anything.

People said that Emily was only nice to me because of the Miller family.

Now, Emily had probably gotten her wish.

"Ryan, I saw that your clothes were all dirty yesterday.

I got you a few things.

Don't worry, I've only worn these once, so you’ll be fine, right?"

Brandon pulled out his old clothes like he was trying to get a reward.

Everyone's eyes were on us.

I remembered how embarrassed I'd felt so many times in the past when I’d lost to Brandon.

But all that embarrassment was nothing compared to the hell I'd been through for five years.

"Thank you, Brandon!"

I took the clothes obediently.

I could sell them for money when I left the Miller's house.

The once-proud son was now so humble.

Even the maids couldn't help but whisper to each other.

The Millers looked displeased.

"Ryan, are you kidding me?"

Ashley seemed to be losing it.

She threw the clothes on the floor.

"How can you wear other people's clothes?

Don't you know that you're part of the Miller family…"