“Before he died, he left a message. He said, ‘In my next life, I will never be part of the Miller Family again.’”
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“He gave his gloves to Justin?” my sister scoffed coldly. Even if that’s true, I guess I didn’t treat him as my brother for nothing.”
“It’s true, Miss. Not only the gloves, but he also traded his down jacket with Mr. Meyer. That’s why he froze to death.”
“Enough!”
A porcelain cup suddenly shattered at the housekeeper’s feet.
My father shouted angrily, “If he managed one day without bullying my son-in-law, that would’ve been a miracle. Trade clothes with Justin? Don’t make me laugh.”
“He always complained that we gave Justin the best and not him. This time, we did give him the best gear. What else could he possibly want?”
My soul rushed forward, trying to block the shards flying toward the housekeeper. But the pieces passed right through me. One of them cut his hand.
My eyes turned red. “Walter is telling the truth. Justin said his glove was torn, so I offered to trade with him.”
“Don’t blame Walter. He helped you raise me and my sister!”
My brother-in-law, Justin Meyer, sighed. “Walter, I know Nathan’s gloves were of the top quality. He wouldn’t give them up that easily.”