Chapter 2

My throat clogged, and I looked at him in disbelief as a numb pain swept through my whole body, making me tremble all over, while he gave a nasty little laugh and stepped back away from me.

“Lee.”

I gasped for breath and saw my foster mother walking over with red-rimmed eyes, while my foster father still wore a stern face that revealed no emotion.

“You’re not eating on time again, and you’re getting thinner and thinner.” My foster mother held my hand with heartache as she nagged me, then hugged me tightly.

The faint grassy scent on her surrounded the tip of my nose, and it was the scent unique to my foster mother.

My fingertips trembled as I returned her hug, suppressing the urge to throw up from being touched, because I knew I had to tell them that I had been completely “cured.”

“Mom, Dad, I’m sorry...” I knelt on the ground, pressed my palms to the floor, and kowtowed hard, the small stones on the ground slicing my skin as my lips trembled and I shouted loudly, “I shouldn’t like men... I was possessed before and fell for Ethan. I’m sorry, Mom and Dad...”

After apologizing, my tears fell uncontrollably again, and I desperately kowtowed to prove that I had been “cured.”

My foster mother hugged me and patted my back with concern. “It’s okay. A good child admits his mistakes and corrects them. Let’s go home.”

My foster father frowned and snorted coldly, turning his head away. “Look at what you spoiled him into. What does he even look like now?”

“Lee has changed now, so stop wearing that awful expression!” My foster mother looked me up and down with heartache. “Mom will make you soup so you can nourish yourself properly, and you have to eat well.”

“Dad, I’ve corrected myself. Please forgive me.” I hunched my shoulders, crawled to my foster father’s feet on my knees, and kowtowed hard, hitting the floor until I felt dizzy.

My foster father let out a long sigh, but in the end, his heart softened and he helped me up, then dusted me off. “We’re a family! It’s fine as long as you correct your mistakes. You will always be our child.”

I nodded hard, then looked at Ethan Bennett, who had become part of the background and said nothing, and while holding back my fear and nausea, I bowed to him at ninety degrees. “Ethan, I’m sorry. I was possessed and did something wrong.”

Ethan Bennett stepped forward, his strong body less than a foot from mine, and he patted my shoulder, lifted my palm, frowned, and said lightly, “Since the treatment worked, live properly and don’t disappoint Mom and Dad.”