My younger sister looked at me, her gaze void of the warmth I once knew. Instead, it was filled with unfamiliar coldness.
"Brother… I never imagined you bullied Leo so much in private. No wonder he’s always afraid when he talks about you! Just how much have you tormented him?"
I said nothing.
Yet in their eyes, my silence was a confession.
But it didn’t matter anymore.
I had already given up.
Then my sister’s gaze shifted.
She locked onto Milo, lying motionless, barely breathing.
"If you did something wrong, you should be punished," she said icily. "Beat this beast to death."
A wave of disbelief crashed over me.
I dropped to my knees, my voice breaking.
"Sister, I was wrong. I won’t do it again. Please, I’ll stay away from him—I won’t appear before him ever again."
"Milo is innocent! Have you forgotten? You bought him for me ten years ago, after Mom passed away!"
Desperation gripped me as I kowtowed again and again, my forehead slamming against the cold floor.
But my sister didn’t even flinch.
She merely gestured to the housekeeper. "Bring me a golf club."
Before she could take action, my younger sister spoke, her tone laced with conviction.