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But Celline had been too arrogant, overestimating her place in my parents‘ hearts and in the end, her plan collapsed.
My parents launched a full investigation, tracking down the old nanny who had orchestrated everything. They held a press conference, forcing her to publicly admit her wrongdoing.
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Celline, however, remained elusive–vanishing as if she had evaporated into thin air.
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To me, all of this was nothing more than a story, something distant and detached. I had no intention of rekindling
my relationship with my parents.
After all, if they could discard me over a mere comment about my looks, who was to say they wouldn’t find
another reason to push me aside again in the future?
My parents continued visiting the college, trying to find out about me. But because of the secrecy surrounding
my research, the college had no information to give them. Defeated, they returned home time and again,
empty–handed.
Three years passed. The research agreement ended and I boarded a flight back to my home country. Despite my
employer’s attempts to make me stay–offering lucrative contracts and enticing opportunities–I refused.
The professor had always told me that my country lacked experts in my field. And without the help of the professor and my college, I would have been lost three years ago.
Now, it was my turn to give back. Upon landing, the professor was already waiting for me. He picked me up and
took me straight to the college for a speech, where I shared my experiences, the industry’s future and its challenges,
hoping to inspire new students.
I spoke with confidence, my words resonating through the hall. The audience erupted in applause. The speech
was a success, drawing in students eager to pursue this path.
Just as the professor and I were preparing to leave for the research institute, my parents appeared at the college
entrance.
They looked different from before–more frail, their hair now streaked with gray. Their faces were worn with
exhaustion.
The professor had already briefed me about their situation. Their business had declined sharply over the years,
shrinking from a large enterprise to a struggling medium–sized company. Yet, despite their losses, they never gave up on searching for me.
Time had dulled my resentment. I no longer felt anger toward them–but I also felt no warmth.
“Naomi, my dear!” Mom’s voice cracked as she stumbled forward, tears welling in her eyes. “You’ve finally come
home! I’ve missed you so much…”
She tripped, falling to the ground and Dad rushed to help her up.
“Little Naomi” Dad’s voice trembled. “For three years, we’ve reflected on everything. We regret it all.”
He looked at me, his eyes glistening. The sight of his tears startled me.
“It’s been a long time,” I said, offering a faint smile. The words were simple, but they carried weight–I had long since let go of my hatred.
Mom and Dad froze for a moment, then broke down in heavier sobs. Perhaps, to them, this was harder to bear
than my resentment. Because the way I looked at them now was the way one might look at a stranger. No joy, no
sorrow.
Boom! Boom! Suddenly, a car came speeding toward me, its engine roaring like a beast ready to devour.
“Sweetheart, watch out!”
Before I could react, Dad lunged at me, shoving me out of the way. A sickening thud echoed through the air. I hit
the ground hard, but my heart clenched as I saw Dad lying in the street, motionless.
Everything blurred as panic surged through me. I rushed to his side, dialing emergency services with trembling fingers. Mom’s cries pierced the air, raw and unrestrained.
Boom! Boom! The car’s engine revved again.
But this time, the college security guards reacted swiftly, pulling the keys from the ignition and dragging the
driver out of the vehicle it was Celline
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