My Parents Neglected Me Until I Died Novel by yueji

In the middle of the night, I suddenly felt dizzy and weak, attributing it to catching a cold from being out in the rain earlier. I was too exhausted to get up, so I endured until dawn.

A cool sensation touched my forehead, and I groggily opened my eyes to see Damian crouched beside my bed. He was gently placing a cloth on my forehead, murmuring familiar words that felt unreal: “Why are you still running a fever? Is this how you’ve been taking care of yourself when I’m not around?”

I preferred to believe Damian had returned rather than it being a dream. I watched him as tears flowed down my temples.

Stella, noticing my fever and my tears, was beside me, gently patting my back with a sigh.

Eventually, I woke up and faced reality.

In the afternoon, Calista came to the hotel upon hearing I was ill. She brought a lot of food and fruit, creating a setup that resembled a hospital visit.

Since she had so much to carry, Damian came along but, after setting things down, patted Calista on the head and said he would wait for her in the lobby.

I was both afraid and eager to see him. I turned my gaze away, but Calista looked at me, about to say something but then hesitating.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

After a moment of silence, Calista suddenly grabbed her bag and said she had to leave, with Stella accompanying her to the elevator.

When she returned, Stella asked, “What happened? Why did she suddenly leave?”

Sitting on the bed, I thought for a moment before replying, “She must have figured something out.”

In the bar the next day, both Damian and Calista were present, but Calista hadn’t gone on stage yet; she was sitting next to Damian.

Damian was scribbling notes, presumably for the wedding background music. When we arrived, Calista immediately straightened up, and as she headed to the stage, she greeted us before leaving.

As before, I took a seat about a meter away from Damian, focusing on Calista on stage. To be honest, I was here to see her.

Unexpectedly, Damian put down his notebook and asked, “Do we have some kind of connection? Every time I see you, it seems like you’re not happy. Is it because of me?”

Seeing his somewhat distressed expression, I smiled and shook my head, “No connection. It’s just that you look a lot like my fiancé, and seeing you reminds me of him.” Each denial felt like another twist of the knife in my heart.

Damian shouldn’t have pressed further, but he asked anyway, “What happened to your fiancé?”

I looked at him, as if peering through his eyes to see the lover I once knew. I said, “I don’t know where he went. I can’t find him anywhere.”

“I’m sorry,” Damian said, his gaze softening with a hint of sympathy as he looked at the pale woman before him.

Suddenly, my phone rang with a familiar tune, which made Damian glance over. It was a song by Damian, set as my ringtone.

Damian noticed, intrigued. I answered the call briefly and hung up.

Damian’s curiosity was piqued by what he overheard. He heard me mention about finding something. Finding what? Him?

Feeling a bit of a headache, Damian rubbed his temples and tried to focus on Calista on stage, who seemed a bit off today. After finishing a song, she came down from the stage.

“Anna, can you come with me to the restroom?” Calista asked.

“Sure,” I said, handing my bag to Stella and following Calista to the restroom.

Once we were in a quieter area, Calista stopped and asked, “Is Kia your fiancé who went missing?”