Henry: [You gave me this gallery, but how can you take back what you gave me?]
Henry: [Evelyn, you're disgusting. You've wasted eight years of my life. No wonder your parents didn't want you, because you're cold-blooded and selfish.]
When I saw the third message, I couldn't help but directly put Henry on my blacklist.
I regretted uncontrollably that I hadn't blacklisted Henry sooner, giving him the opportunity to hurt me again.
My parents were my eternal pain and hatred.
When I was 5 years old, my parents got divorced, but neither of them wanted me, so I was eventually awarded to my father.
When my mother left, she didn't care about me anymore, and she just disappeared.
My father, on the other hand, disappeared on the excuse of going out to work and leaving me with my grandmother.
My elderly grandmother and I lived until I was ten years old with government assistance, and my grandmother died after a fall.
Later, I was sent to an orphanage.
In the orphanage, I was bullied many times because I was small and weak.
I didn't have a happy childhood, and Henry knew it.
Since the beginning of our relationship, I had told Henry everything.
Unexpectedly, my honesty had now become a bayonet in Henry's hand, stabbing me unmercifully.
Henry kept saying that I wasted eight years of his life, that I was cold-blooded and ruthless.
But I was obviously the one who paid for those eight years.
I paid for Henry's expenses during his three years of college. While others were working and studying half-time, he was already living a good life without worrying about food or clothing with my support. He used an expensive laptop, wore celebrity clothes and designer watches.
After graduation, Henry didn't want to work and focused on his painting skills. Although he had no talent, as long as he liked it, I always helped him with money.
For the past eight years, Henry hadn't earned a cent, and even when he invited me to dinner and bought me gifts, he used the pocket money I gave him.
If it meant he wasted eight years, I would have wasted my whole life.
I didn't intend to settle with Henry, and I did give him a gallery. It wasn't that I couldn't afford to give him, but he didn't appreciate it and insisted on bringing Janet to see me.
It was obviously all about him messing around, but he said I was ruthless in the end when I just asked for my stuff back.
That was it.
As I dried my tears, I slapped myself.