His Remated Regret
Caleb's finger had been cut by the metal edge of the gift box, and blood was seeping out.
But he seemed to feel no pain, just staring blankly at my ring.
"Uncle… he treats you very well," Caleb murmured, his voice thick. "Cliff roses, pink diamond rings, moonstone necklaces…"
"He gives you everything I couldn't."
I was silent for a moment, not quite understanding the depth of his regret.
"Caleb, you chose to refuse two years ago," I said calmly. "It's too late to regret it now."
"I know," Caleb gave a wry smile. "I just wanted to prove that I could also…"