A sly smile flashed in Cooper’s eyes before he put on an innocent act.
“But Daddy, I’m just a kid. My strength isn’t as big as an adult’s. She definitely won’t hurt as much as I do. That wouldn’t be fair!”
“Then bite her! Bite until you think she’s in enough pain.”
The next second, Cooper lunged at me, sinking his teeth viciously into my arm.
He didn’t stop until he’d torn out a chunk of flesh, spitting it onto the floor with disgust.
My mother-in-law praised him as if he’d done something commendable, glaring at me.
“You heartless wretch! How dare you bully my eldest grandson? Taking a bite of your flesh is already letting you off lightly. Get out of here—you’re an eyesore!”
Anthony didn’t even glance my way.
One arm holding the boy, the other wrapped protectively around Vanessa’s waist, they coaxed the child in perfect harmony—so intimate that my presence felt utterly redundant.
Mocking gazes closed in on me from all around. I said nothing, turned, and walked away.
I had just finished getting my arm bandaged at the hospital when my phone rang.
It was the funeral home—panic laced the voice on the other end.