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    Hands on his hips, Rory shouted venomously, “Kiera! You’re the reason my mom got arrested, and you still have the nerve to eat cake! You ungrateful brat, you deserve to die!”


    Rory was Chasen’s son.


    Since her father and brother had brought her home, Kiera had not encountered Chasen or his family. She had nearly let go of those grim memories. But Rory’s presence suddenly plunged her back into old feelings of vulnerability and dread.


    During her time with Chasen’s family, Kiera was burdened with endless chores—cooking,undry, cleaning. She survived on leftovers, and her room was little more than a storage space.


    Ethel, abusive and harsh, often beat Kiera, and Rory took every chance to torment her, mirroring his mother’s cruelty.


    One cold winter day, Rory cruelly pushed Kiera into the swimming pool and left her there.


    d only in light clothing, Kiera endured howling winds and frigid water throughout the night. The ordeal left her gravely ill, nearly costing her life.


    Trembling, Kiera’s eyshes fluttered, herplexion turning ghostly as she bowed her head, too intimidated to meet Rory’s gaze.


    Rory’s eyes sharpened with greed as he noticed the ne around Kiera’s neck. “Hand over that ne. I want it!”


    Kiera ced her hand over the ne and gently shook her head. No. This ne was a gift from Elena. She was determined not to surrender it to anyone.


    Rory scoffed. “You’re really bold, defying me like that! Do you want me to teach you a lesson? Mom says your kidney belongs to me. Hand it over, and the ne too.”


    He was convinced the ne held great value. By selling it, he could fund his gaming andvish gifts on female streamers.


    Rory reached for it, but Kiera quickly stepped back.


    At her defiance, Rory’s temper exploded, and he pushed her violently, causing her to crash to the floor.


    His eyes burned with fury as he yelled, “How dare you refuse to give me what I want? Kiera, are you ready to feel my fists again?”


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    Pale-faced and visibly shaken, Kiera’s shoulders quivered at his threat. Despite her fear, she remained resolute in not surrendering the ne.


    Impulsive andcking foresight, Rory paid no attention to his surroundings as he cocked his fist to strike Kiera.


    With her eyes clenched shut, Kiera was too paralyzed with fear to even cry out.


    She silently hoped her father and brother woulde to her rescue.


    But the anticipated blow never came. Instead, a sharp scream from Rory pierced the air.


    “Ouch! It hurts! Who is doing this? Release me this instant!” Rory’s voice trembled with pain as he twitched.


    His arm was seized forcefully and bent backward, a sharp pain coursing through his body, sweat forming on his brow.


    In a burst of anger, Rory yelled, “How dare you strike me! I will end you! Ah—” His threat was cut short as his wrist was twisted further, audibly dislocating.


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