“If you take one more step, we’ll kill you!”
“Let him in,” came Mr. Green’s voice from inside.
The guards stepped aside.
When I entered, Mr. Green glared at me, his eyes sharp as nails, pinning me in place.
“You bastard. What are you doing here? Regret it now? Want Rachel back?”
“Too late. Trash like you doesn’t deserve her!”
But my reaction was not what he expected.
I shook my head slightly and said calmly:
“I came to give her my blessing.”
“Don’t you dare talk in that mocking tone!”
Mrs. Green stormed over.
“My daughter deserves a man like Mark—someone responsible—not worthless scum like you!”
“A responsible man?”
I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.
“What are you laughing at, you bastard?”
Uncle Mike strode over, a baseball bat in his hand—the same one he had used to break my rib two days ago.
“Brother, why did you let this piece of trash in?”
“He said he came to give his blessing to Rachel.”
“Ha! You must really have a death wish.”
Uncle Mike raised the bat, his face twisted with rage, ready to strike me down—
At the last moment, Mr. Green blocked him.
“Why are you stopping me, brother? This trash abandoned Rachel, and you still want to protect him?”
