Only then did they stop.
Seeing me on the verge of death, Joe once again walked up to me condescendingly.
His huge shadow enveloped me. Then he slowly crouched down.
"How about it? Do you know you're wrong?"
My face turned pale. I smiled with bloodshot eyes.
"Am I wrong? The biggest mistake I made in my life was picking you up and foolishly loving you for so long!"
Joe's face turned pale. He clamped my cheek gradually with more force.
"As the only son of the Lawrence family, I don't care about your love. You are a lower-class person."
"Since you're not dead, get up quickly and get out of my house!"
I sneered and struggled to get up from the ground, leaning against the wall and walking out.
"Where are you going?"
Joe roared, "I told you to take your brother and get out! Don't dirty my house!"
I stopped and forced myself to say sadly, "Don't worry, my brother is dead. You won't see him again!"
Scarlett snorted and crossed her arms, saying, "Since you are leaving, why pretend to be pitiful?"
"If you don't want to leave, then kneel and beg Joe. He may well have mercy and let you stay."
I was too lazy to argue with them anymore.