Chapter 2

"Son, what's wrong? Are you okay?" My mom immediately rushed to Asher, her face filled with concern and worry, as if she'd forgotten about me, her other son.

My dad stepped forward and slapped me hard across the face.

"You worthless kid, how dare you hit your brother! You're completely out of control. You've been a curse to your brother since you were little, causing him to end up like this. Do you want to kill him now? How did I end up with such a vicious child?" My dad scolded me, as if not satisfied, he even pulled out a belt and started whipping me.

"Dad, why don’t you ask what happened first? Why are you always so biased?" I dodged as I questioned him.

But my dad wouldn’t listen, continuing to beat me without pause.

"I really regret having such an ungrateful son like you. Your brother’s heart isn't good, and I should've given him yours." He berated me while striking me.

My mom yelled from the side, "Honey, Asher is in pain, we need to take him to the hospital!"

My dad finally stopped the beating, dropping the belt and lifting my brother to leave.

My mom, seemingly not over it, came forward, slapped me across the face, cursed, and hurriedly left with them.

I sat on the ground, feeling utterly desolate.

Adeline knelt down, trying to comfort me.

But I couldn’t hear anything, my heart felt like it was in ashes.

I didn’t know what I did wrong to deserve such treatment.

Asher and I are twin brothers, but he was born with a weak heart, almost not making it, while I was completely healthy. Luckily, Asher was saved but was left with congenital heart disease, relying on medication. The doctor said he could have a heart attack at any time, so they kept emergency heart pills on hand.

Our parents sacrificed a lot for the both of us.