The Mistress
Abigial

Rea opened her eyes slowly, the familiar white ceiling in her eyes welcoming her vision. The girl woke up, circulating her eyes to every corner of her room. Now Rea was just wearing her nightgown.

Rea remembers what happened before, when he was pushed by someone into the pool and...

Rea was stunned when she remembered the person who saved her. Adam. Yes, Rea remembered very well and did not wrongly see that the one who brought him to the edge of the pool was Adam, which is what his foster brother could say.

Rea got off his bed, glimpsing the wall clock that already showed at eight in the morning. Rea comes out of the room and finds Patricia and Abraham at the dinner table.

"Good morning, dear. Come here, sit next to Mommy." said Patricia.

According to Rea, there was still something that caught Rea's attention. A handsome man who was very similar to Adam, sat on the left side of Abraham sitting at the very end of the dining table.

The man tilted his sweet smile at Rea, making Rea awkward. Even so, Rea still returned the man's smile.

"How are you doing, son?" ask Abraham.

"Good Dad."

"I'm sorry Daddy couldn't take care of you from Aunt Molly. But you take it easy, from now on he will not be allowed into this house." Abraham said.

Rea shook his head, "Don't be like that Daddy. Anyway, Bi Molly is Daddy's brother. I'm okay anyway, right?"

Patricia rubbed Rea's shoulder, "Whatever you ask, if Mr. Abraham has made a decision, no one will be able to change it" Patricia said.

"Well, aren't you curious about the person in front of you?" said again.

Rea looked at the man, their gaze linked, the man smiled at him again.

"Abigail Ainsley, Mommy's eldest son" Patricia said. Rea had expected that, because the man's face was plastered in this house in every corner.

"So now I have a sister?" said the twenty-six-year-old man. It seemed that the man was very anxious for the girl who had not even turned nineteen.

"He's sweet, isn't he?" flatter Patricia.

Hearing their conversation, Rea was even flirting like looking for something. Adam, where's the kid? If Abigail was here, then Adam would have come home too, and the person who saved her last night was indeed Adam.

"Will Rea come with me Mom?"

Rea flinched when she heard that. Patricia was the same, her forehead wrinkled a sign of disapproval.

"No. No." insisted Patricia.

"Why Mom? Didn't Rea graduate from school, and then go to the same university as Adam?" Abigail.

"No no." Patricia confirmed with her index finger. "Mommy won't let. Mommy really wants to have a daughter from a long time ago, where could Mommy let Rea away from Mommy? Just so you know, it's hard to find a kid like Rea!" reject Patricia raw.

Abigail's face was disappointed, her Mommy used to tell her about Rea. Abigail was quite interested, which finally made her want to go home to see the girl who was said to be innocent and innocent.

"Daddy?" Abigail asked Abraham for help, but she was wrong.

"Daddy is the same as your Mommy. Daddy doesn't want Rea to be away from us."

From what Rea saw, Abigail and Adam had a clear difference in terms of nature, although their levels were like betel nut halved.

Abigail seemed friendly and smiley, while Adam even smiled, perhaps only once a year. The rest was just a cunning smile used to oppress people.