Chapter 319 - We Must Kill Sleeping Beauty (1) - Evan's POV

I gulped as I thought I had the determination to follow them. I was starting to waver in my decision as nobody wanted me to come with them. Even Rika, who had miraculously healed while they covered my eyes, was against it.

"I'm going to follow you," I responded.

"I'm afraid we can't let you follow us to the second district without getting permission," Luke explained.

"Please," I whispered.

I felt genuine fear for the first time that my sister, who I wasn't familiar with, would die. I saw her losing too much blood in one day. My mom, who would cry while going through the photo albums during the night, would want me to watch over her. Although my parents would pretend that we were a nice family of three, there was always something missing.

The perfect puzzle couldn't be pieced into the picture they wanted. When Rika had visited a few months ago, the difference was more noticeable. The emptiness in their eyes disappeared as they lovingly watched over her. My parents even considered Luke as their own son. Luke, who always took care of Rika.

The two of them were always together. Luke took care of all of her meals and brought her some spare clothes when she realized she didn't have any that would fit her inside the house. He also looked over all her studies as she would complain she wouldn't want to do them. When my mom opened her closet to organize her clothes, she froze.

Each piece of clothing had to be worth more than tens of thousands of dollars. Numerous gems, expensive furs and leather were perfectly lined up. Even the fabric was different as the colours changed from the different lights. All the accessories also glittered from the gloves to the fancy hats. My mom closed the closet doors, utterly astonished with the clothes that wouldn't fit her by the time she came back.

It was too expensive to throw away. It would be better to sell them as most of them appeared like it had never been worn before. Maybe the things in her closet were worth more than the value of everything else in the house, including the house itself. This was the world that my sister lived in. A world different than ours.

Everyone had more energy when Rika was inside the house. Although she would mostly complain about her life in school, I was immersed in her tales about the first district. Even the food she didn't touch was much better than what the three of us ate. I didn't understand how she would prefer pancakes over her much wealthier breakfast.

This was why I was shocked when I discovered she mostly threw them out. All these precious foods that others would die to eat. She only ate a single piece of lettuce like she wasn't willing to eat in general. My parents watched Luke trying to persuade her to eat more until he gave up. He ended up giving her more cake to fill her up. Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click #'s-pov_48950751958977786 for visiting.

Luke appeared as if he didn't like Rika eating anything our parents offered. He carefully watched where my mom placed the plate of fruits. Other than the pancakes, Rika didn't touch anything under his eyes. My parents sadly smiled as if they were trying to understand how their daughter didn't live in the same world as them anymore.

Rika coughed a lot inside our house. My mom worriedly watched over her condition getting worse with each passing day. Rika would try to pretend she wasn't dizzy and lightheaded, but everyone could notice her condition. Luke was the same as Rika. They both appeared equally sick like being inside this house was harming them.

This was why my mom accepted Luke's offer of taking Rika to his villa before going back to school. Apparently, it was like this last time Rika visited as well. My mom always took the time to thoroughly clean our house even though there were no guests coming. My friends were surprised how the house was almost spotless whenever they visited.

She sadly smiled as she noticed that Rika's condition barely improved from the cleaning. Part of the reason why we moved to this house was because she looked like she would faint in the last one. This area was more in the suburbs, meaning we had better air. Sometimes, I felt frustrated since we didn't know when Rika would visit or even visit us at all this year.

I wished that my parents would remember that I was there too. I was always with them to keep them company. My fragile, beautiful sister brightly talked to them in eloquent words as my parents had a hard time keeping up. Sometimes, she didn't notice she was speaking in another language. However, my parents nodded and smiled like they understood her.

Luke elbowed her to tell her she wasn't speaking in the right language anymore. She froze before quickly switching into the most common language used in the third district. Rika was different than us who knew around three languages at most. My parents looked like they were convincing themselves it was right for them to send her to the first district with the high standard of education there.

When Luke threatened Rika that he would show us her grades, we were all curious about how she was doing. With all knowledge that she unconsciously showed to us, she had to be acing all her courses. But we were all shocked when she was close to failing in most of her courses at her school. How was someone that intelligent, educated in almost everything, failing?