Chapter 384

Felix lifted his eyelids a little. "Not really." What he wanted, he'd already gotten. What he didn't want, he never bothered to chase. Moving out? Sure, it started because of Hannah, but living alone gave him enough freedom and peace. Definitely didn't feel like he was sacrificing anything. For over twenty years, he'd done things his way—lived the life he chose. So no, he didn't feel mistreated. As for what Grandpa meant, he got it clearly. But he did feel loved, just not greedy like Nora, desperately wanting everything. That old saying—"be content and you'll be happy"—pretty much summed it up for him. His parents cared, his grandparents too. He had enough, so why feel wronged? Favoritism? He never overthought it. Human hearts aren't scales; you can't expect everything to be perfectly fair. Hannah and Nora knew how to cry and complain, so naturally, his parents would keep giving in. The scale would always tip toward those who spoke up. He understood that well. So no, he wouldn't blame