Reborn to Watch Him Regret Choosing My Twin Chapter 04

Reborn to Watch Him Regret Choosing My Twin Chapter 04

I stared at that message and suddenly laughed. [I’ll hold you to that.]

The screen went dark against my face.

I turned off the lights and stared at the ceiling. Maybe coming back had left me a tiny crack to breathe through after all.

The next morning, I got up early and got ready to head out.

My mom called out from the dining table.

“Morning comes and you’re already out the door? No ‘good morning,’ no breakfast. Where are you rushing off to?”

I turned back and finally registered the full table.

My parents sat on the left side. Sterling and Mira sat on the other, close together.

His eyes flicked up at my mom’s scolding.

One glance. Then he looked away and swapped his plate of cut toast with Mira’s.

Mira beamed, sweet as sugar. She planted a kiss on his cheek.

“Thanks, babe.”

As she ate, she tilted her head just enough to shoot me a smug, sidelong look. Staking her claim.

I kept my voice neutral. “Picking up medication.”

Sterling’s knife screeched against his plate. A sharp clink. Not loud in the empty dining room.

Mira glanced at him.

His face was unreadable. He smiled at her. “Still not tired of staring?”

She blushed, puffed her cheeks, and dug into the toast he’d cut for her.

My mom swept her eyes over me. Her tone had a needle of careful probing. “Are you sick?”

I shook my head. “No. Getting stomach medication for a friend. His stomach’s not great.”

The sound of Sterling’s knife softened.

I didn’t look at him again. I turned to leave.

“Wait.”

My dad set down his newspaper and looked at me.

“Your mother and I bought you an apartment at The Pinnacle Residences. When you get back tonight, move your things there.”

“With your sister and brother-in-law married, living under the same roof isn’t exactly convenient.”

Everyone at the table knew exactly what “inconvenient” meant.

Mira’s blush spread to her ears. She scolded my dad with mock outrage.

“Dad! What are you saying to her?”

My mom shot her a look.

“Mira, don’t take her side. You two need to focus on having a baby. Your health is already fragile. With your sister living upstairs, you won’t feel comfortable enough to really try.”

“Oh my god, Mom. Not you too.”

She was scolding them, but her eyes kept darting to Sterling, shy and coy.

Sterling set down his fork and knife. He dabbed his mouth. His voice was dead calm.

“Whatever Mom and Dad decide. This is on me anyway. I haven’t taken good enough care of Mira’s health.”

I nodded without hesitation.

“Fine.”

The room went still for a beat.

They had their arguments ready. No one expected me to fold this fast. The silence turned awkward.

“Good. Glad you agreed. Come back early to pack.”

She paused, then threw in a save.

“This isn’t just for your sister and Sterling. You’re not getting any younger either. If you start seeing someone, you’ll want your own space.”

“You’re seeing someone?”

Sterling’s voice cut through, too sudden.

I didn’t know how to answer. So I kept it vague.

“Sort of.”

If lunch today went well.

“I’m going.”

I turned and walked through the garden. Behind me, Mira’s voice drifted out, strange and sharp.

“Sterling? What are you staring at?”

I got in the car and drove to Dr. Evans’ place.

He answered the door himself. When he saw me, he froze.

“Clara?”

I nodded and gave him a polite smile.

“Hi, Dr. Evans. I got back last night.”

His eyes went red. He squeezed my shoulder and stepped aside.

“Come in, come in. Have you eaten? My wife made porridge. Sit. Eat something.”

I said yes. I ate half a bowl.

Dr. Evans used to be the family physician who treated Mira’s health issues. I was always the one who picked up her prescriptions. Over time, he figured out I was the unfavorite and started making me stay for lunch.

Eventually, Mira complained that the medication was too bitter, and my parents switched to a different doctor. I kept the habit and visited him anyway.

Two years ago, when I first learned about Sterling’s stomach problems, I asked him for a prescription. Something to heal the gut.

I brewed that medication for Sterling for three years. He got better. Then the prescriptions stopped.

“After you left, no one came to pick up prescriptions anymore. That bastard. He got what he deserved.”

He spoke with righteous fury. More protective than my own family.

My throat tightened.

He finally thought to ask.

“Sweetheart, you didn’t come all this way just to see an old man, did you?”

I felt a little embarrassed.

“Actually, Dr. Evans. I need more of that stomach medication.”

His porridge bowl slammed onto the table.

His wife yelped and smacked his arm. “You old fool! You’ll scare her.”

He snorted. “Let her be scared! That bastard married her sister, and here she is, still running around getting his meds!”

I touched my nose, guilty.

My track record was probably too dramatic. Dr. Evans never even considered another option.

I couldn’t blame him. Back then, I treated Sterling like my lifeline out of hell. I’d cry myself sick if he so much as caught a cold.

“It’s not for him.”

Dr. Evans was still fuming. At that, his bluster deflated. His eyes kept sneaking toward me, burning with curiosity. I had to hold back a laugh.

“It’s for Grey Grant.”

His eyes lit up. He clapped his hands together, delighted.

“Sweetheart, are you and the Grant boy—”

I felt my face heat. “Not yet. Our families set up a meeting.”

He smacked the table and stood up. “Skip the meeting. Lock it down! I knew that boy was the real deal!”

I was completely lost. “You knew?”

Back then, wasn’t he cold to everyone?

Dr. Evans put on a cryptic, all-knowing look.

“That kid. After you and Sterling got together, he started showing up at my door black and blue.”

I was even more confused.

“What does that have to do with me?”

He crossed his arms, looking far too pleased with himself. “Everything. He kept dragging Sterling out to the court just so he could warn him—treat you right, stay the hell away from your sister. It was never about the game. It was personal.”

“He didn’t want you to feel sorry for Sterling, so he always went for his ass. Let Sterling land hits on his own face and arms on purpose. But you were blind. You never even noticed him.”

I couldn’t speak.

They played ball. I knew that much.

I always thought it was normal guy stuff.

I never imagined Grey Grant, the guy who never showed a flicker of emotion, was throwing hands for me behind the scenes.

No wonder Sterling always disappeared for days after those games, refusing to see me. He told me Grey was his punching bag, that he had no morals, always getting into street fights.

So every time I saw Grey’s bruises, I’d keep my distance.

I was completely speechless.

Dr. Evans looked at me, sighed, and didn’t push it. He got up, went to the back, and returned with the medication.

“This medicine. Should’ve been for someone else a long time ago.”