The Unwanted Luna’s Farewell Chapter 05

The Unwanted Luna’s Farewell Chapter 05

Dragging my luggage down the aisle, I looked down to double–check my car number when a familiar gasp

came from behind.

“Charlotte, aren’t you supposed to be at work? What are you doing at the station?!”

I turned around and caught Olivia’s reluctant, sour face.

“Mom, she definitely found out about our trip. That’s why she brought a suitcase and tagged along so

thick–skinned.”

Mom was looking down at her phone, but snapped upright at her words.

Seeing me standing beside my suitcase, her expression turned complex–panic mixed with a trace of guilt.

“Charlotte, you…”

I scoffed softly, spitting out two words.

“Business trip.”

“She’s lying! She planned this all along, just to shamelessly force us to take her!”

Olivia yelled relentlessly, even kicking my suitcase in disgust.

Owen curled his lip: “The leftover money from the tour package could’ve upgraded our hotel. Now that’s

ruined. What a buzzkill.”

In an instant, four pairs of eyes locked onto me.

As if I were the one in the wrong.

Finally, Dad broke the awkward silence. His eyes filled with blame, as though I were the sinner who had

shattered family unity.

“You’re so irresponsible. Throwing away a good workday just to throw a tantrum and tag along on our trip?”

Mom chimed in too.

“You’re still an intern. Taking leave over this–what kind of impression does that give your supervisor? What

about your permanent role?”

“Besides, this train was sold out long ago. You don’t even have a seat–are you going to stand the whole

way?”

Then her tone softened slightly: “How about this: get off at the next stop and buy a ticket back. Mom will

reimburse you.”

I stood there without moving, staring straight at them.

The deeper disappointment was carved in, the fewer illusions remained for the future.

Whispers erupted across the carriage.

“What happened?”

“Parents took the younger two on vacation and left the oldest daughter home. Looks like they think she

followed them.”

“They didn’t even tell her? That’s messed up.”

Amid the hushed murmurs around us, Mom broke down completely.

She slammed back into her seat, her tone turning ice–cold.

“Refusing to get off, huh? Fine, stand right there then. Let’s see who looks like a fool.”

Dad let out a heavy sigh, looking thoroughly disappointed in me.

As for Olivia, seeing the conductor walk past, she hastily pointed at me: “She might not have a ticket. Please

check her.”

Mom turned her face away.

Dad looked down at his phone.

No one called Olivia out for going too far.

No one stepped forward to say a single word for me.

The conductor guardedly asked me to show my ticket.

“What if Charlotte buys a ticket on board and keeps following us?”

“Humph. Hotels, meals, tickets–everything costs money out here. Her tiny salary won’t cut it.”

“Are we really going to ignore her?”

“Words won’t teach her a lesson, but hard reality will.”

Mom lifted her head with a cold sneer, wanting to witness my embarrassment firsthand.

Unexpectedly, I calmly opened my e–ticket and held it out to the conductor.

After reviewing it, the conductor offered a warm, smiling gesture:

“Ma’am, your Roomette is just ahead. Let me guide you over.”