Michael shielded me with his body, taking most of the beating.
“Don’t hurt my grandpa! If you want to hit someone, hit me!”
I had endured countless scars in my life without flinching. But watching my grandson suffer for me left me seething with helpless rage.
Finally, Jason grew tired and planted his foot on my back.
“Now you’re scared, aren’t you? Here’s your last chance—kneel, kowtow, and pay up! Otherwise, I’ll kill both of you right here!”
Samantha pulled out her phone and started livestreaming.
“Everyone, take a look at these two shameless old liars. Tried to take dirty pictures and then attacked us—we’re just defending ourselves!”
The camera zoomed in on our battered faces, and a flood of vile comments poured in.
I felt my blood boil as I stared at the screen.
“Stop now, and I might spare your family. But if you dare lay another finger on my grandson, I swear your family will disappear from Los Angeles.”
Jason froze for a moment, then burst out laughing.
“You’ve lost your mind, old man. Threaten me? Watch this. You said not to touch his fingers? Then I’ll crush every single one of them!”
He kicked me down again, then ordered his thugs to pin Michael’s hands to the ground.