“Sister,” one of them said, covering her mouth, “I already spoke with the school. Bert has officially withdrawn his application for the guaranteed admission slot. So… should we release those videos of him being humiliated online?”
Her voice wavered slightly, but her determination was unwavering.
“Post them!”
“We need every student to see them so that Leo can secure the graduate school spot without question. As for Bert, his reputation is already in ruins… This last step won’t make a difference.”
Without hesitation, my sister nodded and immediately contacted a media company.
Tears welled up in her eyes, rolling down like shattered pearls.
I couldn’t believe it.
My own flesh and blood—my sisters—were willing to push me into the abyss for a stepson.
Memories of that nightmare and the sickening sensation of those men touching me crashed over me like a tidal wave.
My entire body began to tremble.
Just then, my sister walked in and saw my reaction.
She rushed to me, holding me tightly, and pulled out her phone. With a cheerful tone, she started a live broadcast.
“Bert, it’s all over now. Come on, let’s watch the graduate school admission results together! It has to be you!”