Upon hearing what Patricia just said, Jeremy’s anger exploded even further. His eyes widened, Immediately he took a step closer, his wet clothes clinging tighter to his body, his fists shaking as though he was struggling not to strike the air.“So you did what is right?” Jeremy roared, his tone breaking with fury. “You call this right? You undermined your own daughter’s life. You gambled with her breath, her future, her chance to survive just to save who? Your ex-boyfriend! And now you stand here so proud, saying it was the right thing to do. Patricia, what is wrong with you? What came over you that you could make such a decision? Have you gone completely nuts?”The veins in his neck bulged as he leaned forward, his eyes locked on hers. However before Jeremy could even finish, Patricia snapped. She flung her hand into the air, her voice cutting him off sharply like a whip.“Keep your mouth shut, Jeremy!” she barked, her face twisted in anger, her voice trembling with the effort to so

Jeremy’s voice cracked as he spoke, but there was steel in it.“Did I tell you that I want to be part of this wicked family?” His voice echoed across the living room like a war cry. He pointed at each of them, his finger shaking with anger. “This family full of evil. This family with no respect, no love, no kindness for one another. Did I tell you that I wanted to belong here? Because I don’t. I want no part of this cursed home.”Jeremy’s body trembled, not from fear but from the storm inside him. His chest rose and fell heavily as he stared at them all. For a long moment, the room was silent, only the sound of his ragged breathing filling the air. Then, suddenly, a wicked laughter broke from his lips.It was not the laughter of a man amused. It was the laughter of a man crushed yet defiant, a man who had been wounded so deeply that his only shield left was madness. Tears rolled freely from the corners of his eyes, but they mixed with the laughter, making his expression all the more h

For a moment, silence fell in the living room, broken only by the sound of the rain outside and the sharp hiss of Steven’s breath as he clutched his jaw, groaning in pain.The sound of the slap still echoed in the air when Jeremy’s knuckles connected with Steven’s jaw.Patricia’s scream pierced the air. She leaped from her seat and rushed toward Jeremy, her hand raised to strike him. “You fool!” She yelled, But Jeremy was faster this time. His hand shot up, gripping her wrist midair, stopping her before she could land the slap.“Don’t you dare!” Jeremy growled, his voice deep, trembling with fury. His eyes were bloodshot, red like fire. Patricia froze where she stood. For the first time since she had known him, she saw something in him that made her heart skip, she had never seen his eyes that way before. There was no fear in his tone, no hesitation. Just raw, unfiltered rage.For a second, fear gripped her chest, but she quickly masked it, pulling her wrist free with a violent jerk.

“This is two hours already and no sign of him! I hope he isn’t trying to play games with us!” Steven said impatiently, his eyes fixed on his wristwatch. His tone carried both annoyance and worry as he tapped his foot repeatedly on the floor.“I knew he wouldn’t come!” Mrs. Raymond yelled, her voice sharp enough to cut through the silence in the living room. “How will you even believe that he’ll give up all the benefits he’s been enjoying from this family just like that, huh?” She threw her hands in the air and began pacing around.Patricia sat on the edge of the chair, her expression torn between frustration and fear. “Let’s be hopeful,” she said quietly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “He has to come. The only thing that held us together is gone, and honestly, I don’t think I can stand his poverty-stricken self anymore.” Her tone dripped with disgust, but deep down, her heart raced.Mr. Raymond, who had been silent all through, suddenly slammed his hand on the table, makin

The silence after the car’s departure stretched thin across the Steven's thought. Steven stood by the window, eyes fixed on the empty driveway as if the Maybach might reappear and undo what he’d just seen. His reflection stared back at him, pale and uneasy. “How you sure this guy isn’t some sort of big name…” Steven muttered. He said this because he knew the worth of the car was half of his family’s total net worth. "A car just picked him up..." he muttered still looking at the space the car just drove out from. Then Mr. Raymond exhaled sharply and laughed under his breath. “You know what? I’m sure he borrowed that car.” Steven turned from the window, his brows arching. “Borrowed?” “Yes,” he said quickly, his tone climbing with each word. “Jeremy must have used his last savings just to rent that car. You know how he is — always wanting to impress people, always showing off. That kind of nonsense suits him perfectly.” He scoffed, shaking his head. “He probably even hired that ma