A young thug with an earring smirked at me. “Kid, release Miss Hamilton now, or your parents will suffer!”
He punctuated his threat with a vicious punch to my father’s head.
Dad cried out, blood streaming down his face.
“Well? Will you release her or not? If not, I’ll beat him until you do!”
He didn’t stop, hammering Dad until he doubled over in pain.
My heart ached terribly, yet I laughed wildly.
“Go on, hit him! That old bastard never treated me well. If you didn’t hit him, I would!”
The crowd froze, then erupted in curses.
“What kind of monster of a son are you?”
“Better if his parents had given birth to a slab of meat!”
When my indifference didn’t sway me, the thug turned on my mother.
Mom was frail; a few punches knocked her unconscious.
Because it was for the billionaire’s daughter’s sake, no one intervened.
Blood dripped from my heart, but I couldn’t show the slightest trace of sorrow.
If I did, those arrogant heirs would beat my parents to death on the spot.
“Is that all you’ve got? Hit harder! There’s a stick over there—use it!”
I laughed maniacally, feigning madness.
“You bastard, fine—you’re ruthless!” the thug spat as the police pulled him back.