“Kneel, you—”Frank slapped Neal hard across the face, leaving a bright red handprint.Blood trickled from the corner of Neal’s mouth, but he didn’t dare fight back against the man standing in front of him.Frank sneered and stepped closer, his tone vicious. “Tell me, why is there dirt on my shoes?”Neal lowered his head. He had polished the shoes until they gleamed, but it was clear Frank had no intention of letting him off the hook. Frank had served in the military and was physically strong. Neal, on the other hand, was just a boy raised in an orphanage, no match for him.Frank grabbed Neal by the hair and growled, “Answer me! You think playing dumb is gonna get you out of this?”Neal looked him in the eyes and said, “I spent two hours cleaning your shoes. I didn’t see a single speck of dust on them…”“Oh? So you’re saying I imagined it?” Frank struck Neal again, this time knocking him to the ground.Neal felt bitter sorrow inside, but he couldn’t resist. All he could do was bow h

Neal looked at Cathy, confused by her sudden outburst.She was the one who had forced him to leave the Nelson family—wasn't this exactly what she wanted? And he had agreed without hesitation.What’s more, the price was negligible. Three thousand dollars meant nothing to the Nelson family—just feeding their dogs cost over ten grand a month.With a shrug, Neal spoke calmly, “Since we’ve reached an agreement, go ahead and prepare the divorce papers. I’ll sign them right now.”Cathy shot him a cold glance. “Divorce papers, huh? Fine. Just wait.”With resentment written all over her face, she stormed off to her room.Neal turned toward the bathroom, ready to dry his hair.Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Almost immediately, the door bell sounded two more times. Neal turned to look at the door with a frown. “Who could that be?” He mouthed as he forced himself up from the seat. Before he reached the door, the person at the door jabbed the doorbell multiple times again. More importantly, who was

“Come on, let's help him inside,” Tina pulled herself out of her shocked state.With both of them supporting him on either side, they helped him to one of the sofas inside.“Who did this to you, Moise?” Cathy repeated, brows furrowed as she watched Moise writhe in pain on the sofa.“Neal," Moise moaned pathetically. "That man is a devil. A wolf in sheep's clothing. I merely pointed out the truth and he beat me up.”Cathy blinked. Then she frowned. “Neal did this to you? Are you sure? Neal would never do this." Neal has lived with them for years and never raised his hands at her or anyone. Heck, he never even speaks up for himself.Moise pursed his lips to stifle his groan as he painfully turned to look at Cathy's face. “But he did, Cathy.” He sighed. "If I knew I'd have just kept my mouth shut and turned back around,” he murmured. “I’m telling you, Cathy, I only wanted to help him. I pointed out something that could get him in trouble. I was going to take it and save him.” He empha

Neal stood there, frozen, his mind blank. He could feel the woman's arms around him, the pressure she held him intensified but there was nothing he could do. Nothing he wanted to do. All he wanted was for Beverly to be taken back into her ward so that her treatments could resume. The last thing he wanted was for a woman he'd never seen to mistake him for her brother.The woman pulled Neal tighter to her, calling out the word ‘oh little brother’ over and over again. Each time, the words left her lips with a relieved, happy sigh.Everyone just watched on, wondering what exactly was happening. Even the security that was about to throw Beverly out paused and watched.After a while, the woman pulled back and placed her hands on Neal's shoulders. Neal met her gaze and saw her eyes shimmer.Her lips quivered as she said, “I was so scared this day would never come.”The woman looked stable and intelligent, but why was she saying all this nonsense? Neal thought.The woman's gaze roved Neal's f

The family name resounded in Neal's ear as he gaped at the woman. He had no words, had no idea what to do with himself. As he stared, as he tried to regain his senses, only one thought resounded in his head. “Beverly would be saved.” It reverberated over and over again, and his heartbeat slowed in gratitude; he could breathe properly again.Finally, he took charge of his system again. He moved a step closer to the woman and bowed.The woman, who had caught movement in her peripheral vision, turned to see Neal bow so deeply she thought he might fall.“Nothing can express my gratitude to you right now, ma'am. Absolutely nothing. Thank you so much." The woman shook her head vigorously, her expression softening. “No," she repeated as she placed her hands on his shoulder and tried to get him to rise to his full height.Neal looked up to find the woman's eyes glassy. Caught unawares, he stared for a while. He was certain that if she blinked, tears would run down her smooth cheeks. He cle