Chapter 5

The moment I saw him, I regretted meddling in this mess.

It didn’t surprise me that he guessed I had been reborn—after all, I never intended to hide it. Only by confronting him head-on could I constantly remind myself of how foolish I had been in my previous life.

But even so, I tightened my grip on my bag, my knuckles turning white, yet I said nothing to interrupt him.

Benedict wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face twisted in disgust.

"Lucia, I really hate you. You think you're so noble, pitying me. I don’t need your pity! How are you any different from the rest of the Page family scum? Hiding behind a mask of compassion, looking down on me from your high horse."

His words cut deep.

I pressed my lips together, my gaze hardening as it fixed on him.

Even though I had prepared myself, the ache in my chest was unavoidable.

I had stood by his side for over thirty years, giving him everything I had. When he had stomach problems, I learned how to cook for him. When he compl