Chapter 43 So-Called Upbringing

Curtis frowned and looked at the untouched snacks on the table. “Eat something before we go!” Thus, in this silent storm, no one even noticed that I was scalded, and no one noticed that the porridge had spilled on me. I stood by the side, suddenly feeling like an extra. What a joke. “I’ll leave first!” I turned and left the restaurant. My heart felt like it was being struck with a cold winter blade that I was unable to pull out. The pain never stopped. God was so unfair. When he gave gifts, he gave some girls candy, joy, and acceptance, but to other girls, he gave pain and torture. “Julia!” A hot-tempered, angry voice sounded behind me, and I turned around to see Curtis following me out. He looked at me and frowned slightly, anger veiled in his eyes. “What are you doing?” ‘What am I doing? Was he blaming me? Was he blaming me for knocking into Anna?’ “I have no appetite, so I want to go back.” My heart hurt. I did not want to say too much, afraid that I would not be able to hol