Milo, weak as he was, lunged forward and sank his teeth into Leo’s trouser leg in a desperate attempt to protect me.
Leo sneered. Without hesitation, he flung Milo aside with a force that sent him tumbling.
Then, with a sadistic glint in his eyes, he picked up a pair of scissors and stabbed his own leg—three times.
"Ah! Help—!"
His scream pierced the air.
Moments later, my sister rushed in, her face frantic with worry. My younger sister, in her panic, stepped on my already crushed hand as she ran to embrace Leo.
"What happened? Are you okay?!" she cried, holding onto him as if he were the most fragile thing in the world.
Leo buried his face in her arms, shaking as he sobbed.
"I... I just wanted to cut my brother the biggest piece of cake, but he accused me of trying to hurt him... Then—then he called the dog to attack me!"
As he spoke, he lifted his trouser leg, revealing the self-inflicted wounds. His cries grew more pitiful, his body trembling like a helpless victim.
My sister's face darkened with rage. She turned on me in an instant, her voice sharp as a knife.
"Jen, when did you become so cruel?! No wonder people humiliate you—maybe you deserve it!"