"It's all because of you. I lost because you didn't buy me a game console."
He roared and rushed towards me, the weight of his 200-pound body pressing me to the point where I couldn't breathe.
The game console in his hand hit my head repeatedly until I stopped breathing.
But Scott and Emma watched the whole thing coldly, afraid of being implicated.
After I died, they wouldn't even buy me a grave. They just scattered my ashes.
Looking at the emotionally unstable nephew who still wanted to find something to throw at me, I immediately ran behind Emma who was watching the show.
"Hey, Kari, what are you doing?"
Emma looked at Mason, who was about to throw the vase indiscriminately at her and was so scared that she couldn't sit still and fell to the ground.
"Come on, you little bastard, tell your aunt whatever you want. You're the only child of our family."
Seeing that Mason was about to hit his wife, Scott jumped out to stop him.
Hearing his words, the fear I had originally had disappeared, and only anger remained.
Scott always relies on being a man to exploit me.
From childhood to adulthood, he had whatever I didn't have, but I wasn't allowed to see his stuff.