Mom Abandoned Me to Save Herself Chapter 08

Mom Abandoned Me to Save Herself Chapter 08 A Lullaby Played on Violin

After Mr. Faul recovered, he returned to the villa.

When he learned that Marcel had pushed me down the stairs and broken my arm, he trembled with rage.

He called Marcel into the study and shut the door.

I didn’t know what happened inside, only heard the old man’s stern questioning.

“When you pushed her down the stairs, did you ever think she might die?”

A long time passed before Marcel walked out, his face deathly pale.

The old man followed him out, raised his cane, and struck Marcel’s back with all his strength.

“Bastard!”

Marcel stumbled from the blow but didn’t dare dodge.

The old man pointed at him, furious.

“You enjoy every privilege of the Faul family, yet you cruelly harmed your suffering own sister! Have you learned nothing at all?

“A Faul may be proud, but never heartless!”

He told the butler to bring a stack of documents and tossed them onto Marcel’s face.

Photos scattered everywhere.

They were all pictures of me suffering in the mountains, along with records of my foster father’s broken limbs.

“Look closely!”

The old man shouted angrily, pointing at the photos.

“See everything your sister endured!”

Faced with irrefutable evidence and his grandfather’s towering anger, Marcel was finally forced to confront his own cruelty.

He stared at the skeletal, terrified little girl in the photos.

Then he looked at my arm still trapped in plaster.

He hung his head in shame and finally broke down crying.

“I’m sorry.”

His voice trembled with tears.

“I’m sorry.”

Mr. Faul made the decision to sell Marcel’s most precious grand piano.

Marcel rushed to him, begging for the first time.

“Grandpa, don’t sell my piano! I was wrong! I’ll do anything!”

The old man looked at him coldly.

“This is the price you must pay.”

I watched the movers carry the beautiful piano away.

One worker accidentally brushed a key, letting out a single harsh, jarring note.

Marcel stood motionless by the window, pale and silent.

Mr. Faul donated all the money from the piano sale to a mountain children’s aid fund under my name.

It was his punishment.

From that day on, Marcel changed.

He began awkwardly trying to take care of me.

Every morning, he secretly left a box of warm milk outside my door.

He also placed his most treasured robot toy outside my room, only to find it untouched the next day.

When I had nightmares, he didn’t dare enter, but stood guard silently outside my door.

One day, he found me quietly humming the mountain lullaby in the corner of the yard.

He didn’t fly into a rage like before.

After a long hesitation, he walked over.

He took out his violin.

For me, he played a truly gentle, peaceful lullaby.

The melody was soft and soothing.

When he finished, he said nothing, just stood there quietly.

I didn’t respond, but I didn’t run away as usual.

I listened in silence.

It was the first peaceful moment between us, with no conflict.

Not far away, Silas and the old man watched the scene.

A faint look of relief softened their eyes.

The thick ice in this family was finally beginning to melt.