When I reached the reception hall, Cindy and our parents were there. They were warmly greeting the wedding guests, their faces glowing with happiness. But the moment they saw me, their smiles disappeared.
Many reporters had come to cover this grand wedding and when they saw me suddenly appear, they all rushed forward to take photos.
Cindy walked up to me. "Why are you here?"
"You useless fools! You can’t even watch over one person!"
"Look at yourself! You came here just to ruin things for us, didn’t you?"
"Do you want to be on the front page that badly? Do you want attention that much?"
Mom hurried over, her eyes full of worry. "Joseph, what happened to you? Is that blood on your suit?"
"It’s blood. All mine. I was beaten half to death by Matthew’s men. I barely made it out alive."
Dad raised his hand and slapped me, blood spilling from the corner of my mouth.
"Shameless brat! You just can’t stand your brother, can you?"
Mom grabbed my hand. "Joseph, you said Matthew’s men attacked you?"
Cindy pulled her away. "How could that be? He must have painted himself with paint. He always loves showing off in front of the media!"