He Got a New Mercedes, I Got Forgotten by My Family Chapter 02

I’d gotten used to it over the years.

Just then, my mother came rushing in, frantic to check on Theo’s injuries.

The moment she heard about his accident, she caught the first flight back home from out of state, desperate to see him.

Just like my father, she had eyes for no one but Theo, the boy she’d watched grow up.

Only after confirming that he was all right did she finally relax. Then her expression turned furious.

“I’ve always said Elliot was bad luck for this family. Ever since Theo was born, he’s caused him one problem after another!”

Theo took the opportunity to act magnanimous and reassure her.

“Don’t be upset, Mrs. Shaw. Even if Elliot pushed me into the road, I’m sure he didn’t mean to!”

His words sent the entire family into an uproar.

My father slammed his hand against the table.

“What? He actually pushed you into the road?”

My wife gritted her teeth.

“That bastard! I’m not letting him get away with this!”

My mother’s eyes burned with hatred, as if she wanted to tear me apart with her bare hands.

Theo’s expression flickered with panic. He seemed afraid he’d gone too far and someone might see through his act, so he hurried to backtrack.

“Vivian, Mr. and Mrs. Shaw, please don’t be angry with Elliot. Maybe I remembered it wrong.”

“No matter what, he’s still like a brother to me. He’d never do something like that!”

My mother gently tapped his forehead.

“You’re just too innocent. You have no idea how cruel people can be.”

“Your father’s so lucky to have a son like you.”

“All right, we’ll listen to you. Let’s forget about that bastard and focus on getting you better.”

The warm golden light of the setting sun fell across Theo’s hospital bed. I watched them gathered around him, looking like one big, happy family, and felt an ache I couldn’t put into words.

I felt completely out of place, as if I wasn’t their family at all. I was nothing more than a stray dog they’d reluctantly let into their home.

I wanted to run away, but my spirit remained trapped beside my wife. I couldn’t make a sound, either. All I could do was stand there and listen as they humiliated me.

A few days later, after receiving round-the-clock care from the entire family, Theo was finally discharged.

My wife bustled around packing his things. My father had already brought the car around to the hospital entrance so Theo wouldn’t have to walk any farther than necessary. My mother even helped him put on his shoes.

On the drive home, my mother couldn’t stop complaining.

“Elliot’s unbelievable. Theo’s already being discharged, and he hasn’t even bothered to visit once, let alone apologize. When we get home, I’ll deal with him myself!”

My father glanced at her.

“I told you keeping him in this family was asking for trouble. Something like this was bound to happen sooner or later.”

Hearing her say she’d deal with me, I felt a complicated mix of emotions.

Memories came flooding back.

Ever since my mother had once passed out and a fire broke out in our home, with Theo rescuing her, my family had treated him like their favorite child. I was expected to give in to him in everything.

Once, when I was little, I accidentally spilled boiling water on Theo and burned him. My entire family immediately rushed to his side.

Vivian, who was still a little girl back then, called me heartless and cruel, my mother cried as she tended to Theo’s burns, and my father slapped me so hard that I suffered a ruptured eardrum.

“How could you hurt Theo? What kind of monster are you?”

Everyone looked at me with nothing but disappointment.

When I was in elementary school, my father beat me so badly over a toy car that I couldn’t get out of bed for three days.

It was my favorite toy.

My father had bought it for me as an extra gift while picking out presents for Theo on one of his business trips. It was the one toy I treasured most.

Theo already had more toy cars than would fit in several boxes, yet he deliberately picked a fight with me over that one.

As we fought over it, he suddenly let out a scream and burst into tears.

My mom immediately rushed over, cradling him in her arms before turning on me.

“Elliot! If Theo hadn’t saved me, you wouldn’t even have a mother! How could you treat him like this?”

“No! I didn’t…”

Before I could explain, Theo managed to squeeze out a few tears.

“Mrs. Shaw, please don’t be mad. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have fought with Elliot over the toy and caused you so much trouble.”

My father came home just in time to see the scene. Without even asking what had happened, he grabbed me and started beating me.

“A heartless little brat like you would’ve been better off abandoned! Keeping you in this house is just asking for trouble!”