Back then, my older sister didn’t hesitate—she bashed the bully’s head open.
My younger sister followed up with a few ruthless kicks of her own.
Later, my father made them apologize.
But my older sister had only scoffed, “I won’t let anyone hurt my brother.”
My younger sister had declared, “I’ll always protect him. No one can bully my brother!”
That day, I was overwhelmed with emotion.
But now…
Watching the veins bulging in their fists as they seethed with anger—
I felt nothing.
Once the reporters were gone, my older sister knelt beside me, cradling me gently in her arms.
“I’m sorry, Bert… I should’ve come sooner.”
My younger sister reached out, gripping my trembling hands.
“Brother, don’t worry. I promise I won’t let those videos spread.”
Their acting was flawless—no cracks in their performance.
But I wanted to laugh.
Because to hand Leo the graduate school admission,
they hadn’t hesitated—
To rob me of my dignity.
To cripple me.
To destroy me.
Let me live under everyone's ridicule, never able to lift my head again.
Who are you putting on this act for now?