A chill ran down my spine as I frantically called Ethan.
“Are you insane? Don’t you want the Head of the Family position anymore?!”
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“Rachel Moore, don’t think you can use the patriarch position to threaten me into sparing your family!”
“In your dreams! I’m having the time of my life—don’t spoil it!”
Ethan sounded utterly disdainful.
Next to him, Sophie giggled uncontrollably.
“Ethan, your wife takes herself way too seriously. Always nagging and monitoring your every move—what man could stand such a nagging shrew?”
My whole body trembled, my nails digging into my palms.
Ethan had always been lazy and unambitious. His parents, already old, had begged me countless times to push him to grow up and prepare to take over as Head of the Family.
All my painstaking efforts had now become a cruel joke.
Ethan seemed to find a kindred spirit.
“Babe, you get me! Just the sight of her bitter face makes me sick! Today, I’m going to make them pay!”
He sneered into the radio.
“Turn it up a notch! Aim for their ski suits! Rip them open and make them run naked in the snow!”
Sharp stones rained down like bullets, white down feathers and snow flying everywhere as the crowd cried out in agony.