CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY-FIVE

~FRANK~ My grip on the stair rail tightened as I glared down at the scene unfolding in the sitting room. “That ugly thing..” I breathed as a surge of anger coursed through me. Controlling my anger was far from being easy, but all that kept ringing in my head was, ‘Wait till I execute my plans and uproot everything that gives you so much confidence’... and maybe this was the reason why I was pretending to be fine with his presence. “Hey, that cute uncle,” Emery chuckled alongside her brother. Mae immediately pulled away from George, and I glared more dangerously as he stared at her affectionately. “Didn't you say he's Henry's danger?” I heard Emerald say, and they all laughed. “My name is George; I'm surprised you forgot about me within a very short period of time,” George said, and I scoffed. “Because you aren't important,” I smirked. “We had a problem with our memories..” Emerald said,d and I scrunched up my brows. “It's fine; you'll get to know me better now,” George respond