Leo stepped in, holding a slice of cake.
His eyes, once filled with fake warmth, now burned with undisguised hatred.
“Jen,” he sneered. “Look at yourself now. What difference is there between you and this mutt?”
His voice dripped with satisfaction.
“I told you—I’d take everything from you. Your father. Your sister. Your younger sister. Everything that was once yours… now belongs to me.”
“Oh, and by the way…” He smirked, leaning in as if to share a secret.
“Do you want to know how your mother really died?”
I froze.
Leo’s smirk deepened.
“I made sure she saw the video of your father and my mother together. She was already battling postpartum depression…” He chuckled. “So she jumped.”
A red haze clouded my vision.
Fury surged through me, raw and uncontrollable.
I wanted to strangle him.
To end him.
But before I could do anything—
I fell.
Helplessly.
From my wheelchair.
Seeing my pathetic state, Leo smirked and ground his foot into my hand, pressing down hard.
Milo, weak as he was, lunged forward and sank his teeth into Leo’s trouser leg in a desperate attempt to protect me.
Leo sneered. Without hesitation, he flung Milo aside with a force that sent him tumbling.
Then, with a sadistic glint in his eyes, he picked up a pair of scissors and stabbed his own leg—three times.
"Ah! Help—!"
His scream pierced the air.
Moments later, my sister rushed in, her face frantic with worry. My younger sister, in her panic, stepped on my already crushed hand as she ran to embrace Leo.
"What happened? Are you okay?!" she cried, holding onto him as if he were the most fragile thing in the world.
Leo buried his face in her arms, shaking as he sobbed.
"I... I just wanted to cut my brother the biggest piece of cake, but he accused me of trying to hurt him... Then—then he called the dog to attack me!"
As he spoke, he lifted his trouser leg, revealing the self-inflicted wounds. His cries grew more pitiful, his body trembling like a helpless victim.
My sister's face darkened with rage. She turned on me in an instant, her voice sharp as a knife.
"Jen, when did you become so cruel?! No wonder people humiliate you—maybe you deserve it!"
My younger sister looked at me, her gaze void of the warmth I once knew. Instead, it was filled with unfamiliar coldness.
"Brother… I never imagined you bullied Leo so much in private. No wonder he’s always afraid when he talks about you! Just how much have you tormented him?"