My Mother Killed Me For Her Stepdaughter novel Chapter 58

"Uncle, we truly love each other. Why won't you give me a chance?" Andrew pleaded, his eyes filled with reluctance. I pulled him up.

"Let's go. There's no point in begging. It won't change anything." I knew my parents too well; their stance was unyielding.

"If you walk out that door, don't bother coming back. You won't be my daughter anymore!" My father shouted, his face red with anger as I rose to leave.

I couldn't understand why they disliked Andrew so much when he was such a good person.

"John! John!" My mother's panicked voice made me stop. I turned around and rushed back.

"Get out of the way," a cold voice called from outside. A man pushed Andrew aside and strode into the room. "Please send an ambulance; someone here has collapsed." He checked my father's pupils and made the emergency call with a serious expression.

Tears slipped down my face as regret filled my heart. I felt foolish for acting so recklessly.

"Mom," a small hand brushed away my tears. Elisa stood beside me, her little face filled with sadness. "This time, it'll be alright."

I didn't have time to ponder what she meant. Anxiety surged as I hurried to the hospital. My father had been rushed into surgery for a brain hemorrhage due to a ruptured blood vessel.

"We don't want to see you here. Please leave!" My furious mother was driving Andrew away. I looked down and asked him to go for now.

I noticed the man who had come with us and finally spoke, "Thank you, Hector."

"I didn't think you'd still remember me. I thought you would've forgotten by now." He smiled, his face overlapping with the memory of a youthful, lively boy.

How could I forget? Hector Walker was my childhood friend and neighbor. We grew up together, but we lost contact after going to different universities.

Back then, he'd often take me through the busy streets on his bike, riding me to and from school. Sometimes he'd pedal so fast that I'd hold onto his firm waist in fear, only for him to laugh at my cowardice. Other times, he'd ride slowly, and when I asked him why, he'd only smile without answering.

It had been four years since we'd last seen each other. He was taller now, more solidly built, and his features had sharpened.

"What brings you here?" I asked. Hector's family had moved away after the college entrance exams; I hadn't expected to see him again, especially under these circumstances.

"He's just a friend," I replied, my arm hurting as I tried to pull away, but his grip was unyielding. "You're hurting me."

"A friend?" Andrew's gentle facade cracked as he glared at me with a terrifying expression. "Friends don't hold hands and walk out together like that."

I had never seen him like this, and fear crept over me.

"Didn't you hear her? Let go of her." Hector stepped forward, pulling Andrew away and standing protectively in front of me.

"Who the hell are you? This is between Caroline and me. Get lost," Andrew spat, seething.

"Someone who put her father in the hospital has no right to ask who I am," Hector shot back.

Andrew's face flushed with anger. "I'm her boyfriend. You're in no position to lecture me."

"A stranger?" Hector laughed, then said calmly, "She's Caroline's daughter. I'm her father. Now, who do you think the real outsider is?"