Chapter 4 Is It Really Him?

• The car quickly stopped in front of the Monroe family's mansion.
• I watched as the driver opened the door for Blake, who bent down and got out of the car. I quickly followed behind him.
• Standing at the entrance of the mansion, I was momentarily stunned.
• I thought about how my mother and I had suffered because of my brother's illness, while my good father and that mistress were living happily in this grand mansion.
• I wondered if he ever thought about how we were doing while enjoying his wealth and luxury.
• Probably not.
• Thinking about this, my hands clenched.
• "Why are you standing there doing nothing?" My father, sensing that I wasn't following him, turned to look at me.
• I hurried to catch up, hearing the housekeeper say that the Reid family hadn't arrived yet, so my father asked me to wait in the living room.
• Looking around, I remembered that I had lived in this house for ten years.
• If it weren’t for that woman, my mother and I wouldn’t have been driven out.
• I saw a piano placed by the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room.
• A Seidl, made in Germany, was very expensive.
• I remembered my fifth birthday when my mother bought it for me.
• I had loved it from a young age and started learning the piano at four and a half.
• After being sent away, I never touched it again.
• I couldn't help but reach out, feeling both familiar and excited.
• My index finger touched the keys lightly, and a melodious sound rang out.
• Because it had been so long since I last played, my fingers were stiff.
• "Who gave you permission to touch my piano?!" A clear voice, filled with anger, sounded behind me.
• I turned around and saw Sienn standing behind me, looking fierce.
• I remembered her. She was one year younger than me and she looked very much like her mother.
• Now, her snarling expression made her look somewhat fierce.
• "Yours?" I couldn't believe she had the audacity to question me.
• Clearly, they were the ones who had destroyed my mother's marriage, spending our money.
• And now even the gift my mother gave me had become hers?
• I slowly clenched my fists, reminding myself over and over in my mind not to act impulsively, not to get agitated.
• Because I didn’t yet have the power to reclaim what was rightfully mine.
• I had to endure.
• I was no longer the little girl who was sent away by my father eight years ago. I had grown up.
• "Are you Aria? Are you very happy to be here?" Sienn said with a disdainful expression.
• "But please do not be happy. You are Not welcome here! My dad just brought you back to marry you into the Reid family. It is said that the Reid—"
• Seeing Sienn's smug expression, I furrowed my brows.
• Just then, a servant approached. "The Reids have arrived."
• I immediately turned my head to look, and I saw father was greeting the Reids. Then when my father turned around, I saw the man being him, pushed in a wheelchair.
• The man’s features were deep and dignified, even sitting in a wheelchair, he commanded respect.
• Wasn't this the same man I saw flirting with a woman in the fitting room?
• He was actually the young master of the Reid family, Damien?!
• But in the fitting room, I clearly saw him standing.
• He had even been embracing that woman, showing no signs of any leg problem.
• What was going on now?
• Before I could figure out why this man was pretending to be disabled, my father called out to me, "Aria, come over here. This is the young master of the Reid family."
• Wearing a flattering smile, my father introduced me, "Damien, this is Aria."
• I looked at the young master of the Reid family in the wheelchair.
• I was sure my father didn’t know he was faking his disability.
• If he knew Damien was perfectly fine, there’s no way such a good opportunity would have fallen to me.
• I wonder if my father would regret not marrying his youngest daughter to him in the future.
• Damien said with a meaningful tone. "I injured myself while on a business trip abroad. This leg may not be able to walk, and I won’t be able to fulfill the duties of a husband—”
• With these words, Damien looked at me intently. I knew he was waiting for my response. My heart began to race.