~SYLVER

My anger multiplied like sand in a desert storm.

The tolerance for what was happening in my house was slowly failing, and I could feel my control slipping away with each passing second.

And it was all because of Lyon.

It was already terrible that Father accepted him as his son. Even worse that he brought him home.

But now, he wanted me to respect him. He was giving him my seat and handing over my right to him.

What the actual fuck?

I was boiling inside as I gripped my fork hard, my eyes ...