Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 139 Keep Arguing and You Can All Get Out Jack's light and casual words felt like a bombshell.

Dad immediately frowned. "Jack! What are you cursing your sister for?"

Jack didn't seem bothered at all and even wore a hint of confusion. "Am I not speaking the truth?"

He turned to me. "You said you were going to start a business, but this is what you came up with? You're embarrassing us. If I were you, I wouldn't even want to admit I'm part of the Brown family."

I barely reacted. He had said this kind of thing so many times before that it had become background noise. The fact that he still hadn't realized it only added to my frustration.

The crisp sound of a slap rang out, echoing throughout the living room. I could almost hear the reverberation in the air.

Jack stared, stunned. He had one hand pressed to his face as he looked at Dad. His eyes were wide with shock and, for the first time, a flicker of hurt flashed across. "Dad! Why do you always spoil her? She's married now, yet you're still doing everything for her. What's the reason?"

Dad's chest heaved with barely contained rage, and his face flushed red with fury. "Because she's your sister!"

to her when you were younger. How did things end up like this? When she was little, you'd always step in and protect her when I scolded her

words struck a chord with Jack. His

brother to me. He would look out for me and treat me

forgot what it meant to be my brother. Now, he was just Elsa's

reached out and tugged at Jack's sleeve and said cautiously, "Jack, don't be angry with

words, Jack seemed to snap back to his senses, his expression once again turning

He scoffed, giving me a cold, dismissive look as he examined me from head

What does she understand? All she does is squander the

my face, unaffected by his

for my studio comes from the family. How badly I'm

an anxious Over look on her face after sensing the situation. She reached out to grab my sleeve,

the couch.