Chapter 2 Caina's Decision Brings Bram Happiness

• “Why not? It’s the truth, isn’t it? If she’s not disabled, why does she need constant doctor visits, draining my money?” Dallen snapped back, his voice rising.
• Dalia was stunned, unable to believe what she was hearing. Dallen had said such cruel words, not only in front of his entire family but also in front of Amara, who was still there. “Dallen? Are you sure you want to say that?”
• “Yes, why?” Dallen replied quickly, without the slightest hint of regret or sadness on his face.
• “Oh, stop with the drama already. Gracie’s right—your child is mute and sickly, so what’s the problem? Dallen is also right. You’ve wasted so much money on her treatments, and for what? There hasn’t been any improvement, has there? You and your child are nothing but trouble and a burden to this family. Now, hurry up and make us dinner—we’re hungry!” her father-in-law chimed in, finally breaking his silence with harsh words.
• Dalia took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, wiping away the tears that had unknowingly streamed down her cheeks. With a faint smile and a sharp glare, she spoke firmly, “Fine. If you all see me and Amara as nothing but trouble and a burden to you, then Amara and I will leave this house.”
• Instead of being shocked or trying to stop her, they smiled with satisfaction.
• “Good, then. People like you wouldn’t survive without the help and money from the Oswald family anyway,” her mother-in-law said with a sneer, her tone and eyes filled with disdain.
• Dalia stayed silent, her eyes fixed on Dallen, waiting for him to respond to her words. Dallen, say something—tell me you still want me here. Stop me, Dallen. I know you’re only doing this to please your mother, right? Dallen, just say the word, and I’ll change my decision! she pleaded inwardly, hoping against hope that Dallen would stop her.
• But Dallen remained quiet, his attention focused on his phone. Dalia let out a deep sigh, preparing herself to pack her belongings from their shared bedroom. Just as she turned away, Dallen suddenly spoke.
• “Are you sure about your decision?”
• A faint smile crept onto Dalia’s face. Her belief that Dallen still cared for her strengthened.
• “Alright then,” Dallen continued, shattering her fragile hope. “After all, I’ll be marrying Gracie soon.”
• Dalia’s heart plummeted into the deepest abyss.
• “Who’s Gracie?” she asked, a subtle furrow forming on her brow.
• “Hi, I’m Gracie,” the woman said in a playful tone, standing in Dalia’s clothing. “I’m Dallen’s fiancée. Thanks so much for taking care of him these past few years.”
• “What do you mean?”
• Gracie stood up from her seat and took a few steps closer to Dalia. “I mean, thank you for taking care of Dallen while I was living abroad. Dallen and I never really broke up—we were just on a break. Now that I’m back, I’ll be taking care of him myself.”
• Dalia’s chest tightened again, her breath hitching. She couldn’t believe that all these years, she had only been a substitute for Dallen’s past love. Her sacrifices meant nothing. Now, she understood why her mother-in-law had never been kind to her. They never wanted her to be a part of their family.
• Gracie moved closer to Dalia. “Oh, or how about this? You can stay here, but as the second wife. What do you think? That way, Dallen can still help cover your daughter’s medical expenses,” she offered with a saccharine smile, leaning closer to Dallen. “Darling, it’s fine if you keep helping Dalia with her child’s treatment, right? Think of it as compensation for her taking care of you all this time.”
• “Whatever makes you comfortable,” Dallen replied casually, his tone warm but detached.
• Dalia smirked coldly, her piercing gaze darting between Dallen and Gracie. “I’d rather die than stay here another second!” she snapped, scooping Amara into her arms and heading toward the stairs.
• Before she could take a few steps, Dallen’s voice boomed behind her. “Viona, keep an eye on her! Don’t let her take anything I’ve bought with my money!”
• Dalia froze and turned back, her gaze icy as she glared at Dallen. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t dream of taking any of your cheap belongings. If you’re so concerned, why don’t you call security to keep watch? Or would you like me to draft a list of your so-called cheap possessions?”
• “If they’re so cheap, why are you still wearing them? The bracelet, earrings, ring, and… necklace?” Gracie pointed out smugly.
• “Just so you know, all of this was purchased with my own money, including this wedding ring,” Dalia retorted coldly, her sharp gaze locking on Gracie before she turned and ascended the stairs, completely ignoring Viona—Dallen’s younger sister—who was trailing behind her.
• Once inside the bedroom, Dalia began packing her belongings. She carefully folded her clothes, packed her bags, and gathered her beauty products. She also packed all of Amara’s things, as they had shared the same room since the day Amara was born.
• Occasionally, Dalia glanced at the doorway, where Viona stood with her arms crossed, a mocking expression plastered across her face. “Don’t forget, anything my brother bought stays here!” Viona warned with a condescending smirk.
• Dalia replied only with a cold smile and a piercing glare.
• After half an hour, Dalia finished packing. She carried Amara in her arms, dragged her suitcase down the stairs, and walked past Viona without a word. As she descended, her brother-in-law approached her.
• “Sis Dalia, are you sure about this decision?” he asked, stepping closer to her.