“Get out!” My father roared, veins bulging with fury. He grabbed the household registry, tore out the page with my name, and flung it at me.
“I don’t want a worthless daughter like you under my roof! Pack your things and leave!”
My mother joined in, her disappointment etched deep in her face.
Julia, scrolling on her phone, didn’t even look up. With a scoff, she added, “I was going to offer you a job once my company was running, but since you clearly despise me so much, don’t come crawling back to me later when you’re unemployed!”
My goal was accomplished. Smirking, I bent down to pick up the torn page.
“One day, you’ll realize just how dangerous it is to meddle with the Kramer family.”
“When that day comes, we’ll see who ends up on their knees, begging for mercy.”
With that, I left the house, heading straight for the nearest pharmacy.
The clerk’s eyes widened at the sight of my bloodied head. She looked hesitant as she handed me the medicine, her voice trembling. “Miss, you should really go to the hospital for this.”
Before I could leave the pharmacy, the infection from my wound caused me to faint, collapsing right there on the ground.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself lying in a hospital ward. A nurse was quietly changing my dressing, seemingly unaware that I had woken up. She chatted openly with her colleague, their conversation floating through the room without restraint.
"Did you hear about the boy staying downstairs? He’s apparently the grandson of the Kramer family! He’s in critical condition, and Mr. Kramer is beside himself with worry. He even called in a team of international experts overnight to consult on the case!"
"How could such a young child get injured so badly? Could it be some sort of malicious revenge tied to business competition?"
"Who knows? Mr. Kramer’s wife passed away years ago, and this boy is his only child. He treats him like everything he does. Whoever dared to harm him must have a death wish! The boy’s condition is still precarious."
"The bodyguards stationed outside his ward don’t look like your typical security detail..."
"Shh, stop talking. We don’t want to get into trouble. Those bodyguards are probably mercenaries, not amateurs."
Once they finished changing the dressing, the nurses left the room, but their words sent a chill through me.
The Kramer family was far more complex and dangerous than I had imagined.