"Neil!" This time, Jackson exploded completely and pounced on me like a leopard, knocking me to the ground.
"Cynthia has treated you so well! How dare you call her a filthy rat? If she hadn't stood by you all these years, your family would still be eating garbage in that mountain village! Now that your life is good, you dare look down on her? You're nothing but trash!"
Seeing Jackson yell so loudly, I laughed instead. "I heard you like salted egg croissants the most. Those boxes were actually bought for you, right?"
"Nonsense! I'll beat you to death!" he shouted.
Jackson raised his fists and started punching me, but I quickly took control.
Then, suddenly, a sharp pain struck the back of my head. When I turned around, I saw Cynthia clutching a large bowl.
She hurriedly pushed me aside, helped Jackson up and asked anxiously, "Jackson, are you okay? You're not hurt, are you?"
Once his brother shook his head, Cynthia finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Right after that, she turned to blame me. "Did you take the wrong medicine today? Being unreasonable with me is fine, but how could you hit Jackson?"
I rubbed the back of my head and retorted, "Did I start this?"