"You think I’ll really give this to you?" Charles sneered. "Dream on!"
I could no longer contain my patience as my fist struck his face, leaving a dark red imprint.
He stumbled back and fell hard.
"Bastard!" I roared, raising my fist again as fury took over me.
But someone yanked my wrist back.
Another sharp slap echoed through the room.
The sting on my face was sharp, sending pain through my entire body.
I fell to the ground and saw Nicole standing over me. She had never hit me before, not once. Even when she had completely ignored me in the past, the worst she ever did was mock me.
This time, she raised her hand for Charles. Her stiletto heel forcefully crushed the broken brooch into dust.
"The brooch is already with you," she said coldly. "Why did you have to hit Charles?"
I muttered in pain, "Nicole..."
"That's enough, Lawrence!" She gritted her teeth, her voice trembling with fury. "I thought you were just being willful, but you’re even more pathetic than I imagined! Your father never had to see you act like this; it’s truly a blessing for him!"
"You!"
A mouthful of blood shot out of my mouth.