"Yeah. Better off dead, living like this is a stain. Old Benjamin Lawson, in his tomb, would jump with anger."
I forced my head up, muscles shaking, veins burning red as I looked at Aster. "Aster, how can you lose the vow under the sycamore tree?"
Her look turned cold like metal.
She caught my chin. "Finley, I never once lost it. You keep pushing, wanting Sean and the babies gone. Today, you need to learn a lesson."
She pushed my head down and drove it toward the ground. Blood ran from my brow into my eyes, turning everything blurry.
Right when she aimed to push me down again, a slim figure dashed over.
A fist struck her face hard.
"Don’t bully my brother!"
Through my blurred sight, I saw my little sister Cassandra Lawson shaking, holding her arms wide in front of me.
Aster steadied herself, brushed blood from her mouth, voice cold, "Move.”
"No!"
"Sister Aster, you can’t treat my brother like this. You promised you’d care for him forever, so why make him bow to that scumbag?"
Aster’s eyes narrowed with danger. "Cassandra, you’re still young, you don’t get it. I’m doing this for your brother, so he won’t lash out at others carelessly."