Judy wasn't originally part of the Best family. Her real surname was Brown. the Best family had taken her in after her father died, and her mother remarried. She had been living with them as a daughter ever since, changing her name to Judy Best. To the outside world, she and my father were siblings, but in truth, they were lovers, conspiring together in secret.
Judy, now in her thirties, was still single, devoted to my father. She even stayed in his company as an executive, wielding more influence over the household than my mother. My mother, gentle and easygoing, had become more of a housekeeper than a wife, busying herself with chores while Judy ran the show.
Watching Judy's smug expression, I couldn't help but sneer. "Do you think deleting the video changes anything? I've already backed it up. It's useless to delete it."
Her face immediately darkened, and she threw the phone at me.
"Anyway, your mother still betrayed the Best family. This divorce is happening!"
Staring at her snake-like face, recalling the horrors she inflicted on me in my past life, I clenched my fists tightly.
"Divorce? Who do you think you are, Judy? You're not even part of this family. What right do you have to meddle in our affairs? Or are you scared to call the police because you're feeling guilty?"
Judy's red lips twitched as she clung to my father's arm, her voice softening. "Brother, look at him. I've always treated this place as my home and done my best for this family, but now..."
As she spoke, she actually wiped away her tears.
She changed her attitude so quickly. My father, however, fell for it instantly.
He pulled her into his arms. "Don't be upset. Be careful not to..."
He almost let something slip, glaring at me angrily. "Arthur, apologize to your aunt!"
I taunted, "Dad, is she really your sister, or is she your mistress? Were you about to say 'be careful not to harm the baby'?"
My father and Judy exchanged shocked glances, turning their attention back to me. Judy's eyes widened in surprise. "How does he know...?" she murmured, covering her mouth.
"What nonsense are you spouting?!"
My father bellowed, raising his hand to strike me. Just as the blow was about to land, my mother rushed forward, shielding me.
That slap came down hard on her head.
Blood once again trickled down from the corner of her forehead, but she spoke with a cold and steady voice.