Chapter 83

"Shut your mouth!" Gerald's expression was grim as he glared at Racquelle, his teeth clenched in anger. "How can you speak to your brother like that?" Things might have been better if Gerald hadn't brought up the word "brother". The moment he did, Racquelle snapped. "Dad, he's not even my real brother! Why are you siding with him?" She pointed a trembling finger at me, her voice filled with rage. "When you invited him to our house, wasn't it just to be my blood bank? He's just a pathetic scum of our family! If I want him to play dead, he must do so! He has no right to be my brother!" Her eyes were red with fury as she glared at me, and her anger only intensified. "Shut up!" Gerald shouted, exasperated. He raised his hand and slapped Racquelle hard, the sharp sound echoing through the air. Racquelle's cheek swelled instantly, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. I was taken aback; it was the first time I had seen a father strike his child so fiercely. Today's events had