I didn’t know where the strength came from, but I pushed the person in front of me, knocking over the eternal lamp my mother had lit for Matthew on the platform.
The lamp fell to the floor and caught the nearby curtains on fire. The villa was soon swallowed by the fire.
"Damn you, little bastard! How dare you start a fire!"
Taking advantage of their panic, I ran out, dragging my injured leg.
The villa area was surrounded by security cameras, so they didn’t dare to chase me.
Wearing a blood-stained suit, I limped to the street, dragging my broken leg as I tried to stop a taxi to get to the hotel.
Maybe because I looked frightening, no driver wanted to pick me up. At last, a kind young man stopped and asked if I needed help. I begged him to take me to the hotel.
The hotel belonged to my father and the staff there knew who I was. So even when the guards and receptionists saw me, none of them dared to stop me.
When I reached the reception hall, Cindy and our parents were there. They were warmly greeting the wedding guests, their faces glowing with happiness. But the moment they saw me, their smiles disappeared.
Many reporters had come to cover this grand wedding and when they saw me suddenly appear, they all rushed forward to take photos.
Cindy walked up to me. "Why are you here?"
"You useless fools! You can’t even watch over one person!"
"Look at yourself! You came here just to ruin things for us, didn’t you?"
"Do you want to be on the front page that badly? Do you want attention that much?"
Mom hurried over, her eyes full of worry. "Joseph, what happened to you? Is that blood on your suit?"
"It’s blood. All mine. I was beaten half to death by Matthew’s men. I barely made it out alive."
Dad raised his hand and slapped me, blood spilling from the corner of my mouth.
"Shameless brat! You just can’t stand your brother, can you?"
Mom grabbed my hand. "Joseph, you said Matthew’s men attacked you?"
Cindy pulled her away. "How could that be? He must have painted himself with paint. He always loves showing off in front of the media!"
She grabbed my wrist and dragged me out. I stumbled a few steps and fell to the floor, my broken leg exposed for everyone to see, leaving the whole crowd in shock.
The bone in my leg had seen through the skin, leaving it visible. I stood before them, dragging my broken leg.
Anyone else with such a wound would have been in unbearable pain and unable to stand.