It wouldn’t be long before Olivia, just like in my last life, would find some excuse to kick me off the table entirely, leaving me to eat with her dog.
When they didn’t react, I picked up a piece of bread, eating as I turned to leave.
Suddenly, my father slammed the table with a loud crack and barked,
“Leaving before your elders finish speaking? Have you no manners at all?”
“Just like your mother and brother said—rotten to the core.”
I met his glare without a hint of deference.
“You’re the one who chose to speak the moment I stood up. What am I supposed to do?”
“And no matter how rotten I am, I’m still your blood. If there’s a problem, maybe it’s in the source.”
He froze mid-breath, nearly choking on his own anger.
“You’ve gone too far! Disrespectful! Today you’re getting a proper lesson!”
He roared for the butler to fetch the family discipline.
Olivia’s eyes glinted with satisfaction as she curled her lips in a smirk.
My mother pressed her lips together in silence, while Ethan looked like he was settling in to watch the show.
The butler handed my father a rattan whip as thick as my wrist. He glared at me with severity.