My Bothersome Life - Chapter 358

“I’m not drinking this again,” I vomited the one he forced me to drink last night.

I couldn’t believe I was inside his villa again when I opened my eyes again. Luke never broke his promises before. I was inside the infirmary again as he watched over me, reading another book. His promise to me was that I would be able to spend the rest of summer vacation with my family. I found myself attached to similar machines like the ones in the first district.

“Why am I here?” I turned to him.

“You fell down the stairs. You parents will be visiting you in the morning here today. From now on when we visit the third district, instead of us going to them, they’ll be coming to you,” Luke showed how he was still keeping his promise.

“But it was just a fall,” I complained.

My body would never get stronger if he always hooked me up to all these machines that could heal me within a few days. I frowned as I closed my eyes, trying to pull all those needles out. But Luke grabbed onto my hand, preventing me from disconnecting myself from them.

This was how we spent the night together in the infirmary until I noticed a small car driving towards the gates. I didn’t think my parents would come since they still needed to go to work today. After Luke passed me an outfit to change into, he teleported near the gates and pretended to have waited for them to come. Several servants also came into the room to help me with dressing myself.

I agreed with him that I wanted to appear as normal as possible. I didn’t want to make my parents always worried for me as I began to sprint towards the entrance after closing the door. I smiled as I opened the doors for them, welcoming them inside. My parents looked stunned as they couldn’t stop turning their heads to process the scene in front of them.

“There’s nothing to do inside here,” I sulked to show them I liked their house better.

Instead of focusing on me, they were distracted from looking at the extravagance interior. Their minds seemed to be blanked out as they followed us to eat breakfast together in the grand dining room. Only when Luke passed me the bottle of medicine, they remembered that I was here with them. They were reluctant to eat on their own with Evan while Luke was busy trying to feed me that horrible bottle that was hard to digest.

“I already drank this last night,” I pushed the bottle back to him.

“Three sips,” Luke started to negotiate.

He pointed out that my parents were too busy watching our exchange to eat. Even Evan didn’t touch his plates as he followed our parents. I glared at him before drinking three sips like he wanted before passing it to him back. Placing the bottle on the table, he gestured that everyone was eating now due to my sacrifice.

My parents gasped as they ate the food at a fast pace. They knew why Evan was obsessed with my leftover plates from last time now. After they were finished, I pulled on my mom’s arm, about to give her a tour of the mansion. Since I was often confined in the Roselia family mansions, I went exploring from boredom a lot.

“This is the instrument room,” I sadly smiled, remembering the times where Luke forced me to practice so I wouldn’t forget my acc.u.mulated skills.

My family couldn’t stop looking around the room, full of precious instruments, probably worth millions of dollars each. There was every instrument that they could imagine inside the spacious room. I walked over to where the pianos were placed, recalling some pieces I practiced every once in a while.

“This piano is the one I mostly use,” I liked the bright sound of the piano I slid my hand over compared to the four others in the room.

“Should I play a song?” I turned to them.

“It would be wonderful,” my mom placed her hands together in anticipation.

By the time I was finished, a round of applause continued for five minutes. But Luke was the only one who brightly smiled, noticing the small mistakes I made. I began to regret that I played that song in front of them. He was probably going to make me practice the same song a million times once they left.

“How about another one?” my mom wondered if I could play another instrument.

“I can play a sonata on the violin,” I opened the case.

Like the piano, I made very few mistakes on the violin. However, this wasn’t a passable performance in the first district where everyone had heightened hearing. Luke seemed to note where I made all the mistakes inside his head. I didn’t want to play another song anymore since it was an excellent opportunity for Luke to give me more work.

“How about we go to my bedroom next?” I decided to switch the location.

“This is better than your competition room,” Evan couldn’t believe his own words.

“My bedroom in the first district is a bit better,” I had to point out the noticeable differences in technological advancement.

“How could it get better than this?” Evan mumbled.

“My bedroom isn’t the greatest, but it isn’t detestable,” I hated the infirmary.