Latte for Me, Mansion for Him

Hearing such words from Sean, the entire family instantly panicked.

Sonya, who was next to him, looked worried as well. They immediately went up to him to take turns consoling him.

They promised him money in the future, as well as teaching me another lesson.

I was the only one, still kneeling on the floor, looking at everything happening in front of me.

For the first time, my eyes grew misty, not from the pain, but from the grievance.

If my adoptive father were still alive, how would they dare treat me like this? And how would I have ever ended up here?

The pain from my broken ribs became more and more intense. It felt as if bone fragments were tearing through muscle, blood surging chaotically inside my body.

Struggling, I pulled out my phone and tried to message someone I know for help.

But I only began to type my message when someone kicked the phone in my hand away.

Sonya stood in front of me in fury, her fists clenched tightly.

"Wesley, you have crossed the line! Since you're unwilling to acknowledge Sean as your younger brother, you will no longer be part of the family!"

She yelled, "Guards! Take him down to the cellar and keep an eye on him! Put him in his place, then throw him out!"

Then, Sonya left with the rest of the family, happily chatting away. No one cared about me.

Before Sean left, he turned back to give me a provocative look, his eyes gleaming smugly.

At the same time, the guard of the Kensington family arrived. He dragged me to the prison cell in the cellar.

With every step he took, my broken ribs bounced against their shoulders. Each jolt sent another wave of agony through my body.

Ever since arriving at the Kensington family, I never once felt the warmth of a family. All this family brought me was pain.

Even death, something I once thought was far away, now felt terrifyingly close.

I opened my mouth, trying to ask for help. But the moment I opened my mouth, blood came pouring out.

The guard looked at me and quickly placed me on the floor.

I thought he finally realized that something was wrong with me.

But he just cackled.

"Alright, Wesley Lowe, you've been too much of a hindrance. Luckily, Mr. Kensington hit you quite badly. That way, we can get rid of you even more conveniently."

He added, "By the way, Sean told me to give you a message. As long as you're dead, no one can stop him in his path anymore."

Then, the guard produced a syringe and needle from his pocket.

He smiled at me and said, "This injection causes blood clots. With your condition, your blood already congested, it'll finish you off nicely. Death by blocked circulation. Sounds pretty exciting, doesn't it?

"Come on then, at least you know how you die. You have only yourself to blame for your bad luck!"

With a malicious smile, he raised the syringe.

I never thought that death would land right in front of me.

I shut my eyes in despair.

The next second, the doors to the cellar burst open with a deafening crash.