“No, bro, don’t twist this! Dad and I are just telling you—don’t divorce! Otherwise our whole family will suffer!”
“Our family?” I looked at the two men before me, realizing how utterly foreign they’d become.
So during my two years abroad, Emily had already bought them off with money. For their own benefit, they had trampled on my dignity without hesitation.
When Kevin tried to grab my arm, I shoved him off coldly:
“Don’t call her your sister-in-law anymore. And don’t call me your brother—because I, Will Johnson, refuse to be disgraced like this.”
With that, I dragged my suitcase away and hailed a passing cab.
As the car door closed, I could still hear Richard cursing “unfilial bastard,” with Kevin sneering behind him, “doesn’t know what’s good for him.”
The taxi slowly pulled away from the mansion. Leaning against the window, I watched the streets recede, my eyes suddenly burning.
I had thought family would be my strongest support. But in my darkest hour, they sided with outsiders, delivering the cruelest cut.
The cab stopped at the Hilton Grand Hotel as dusk spread over its gleaming glass facade.