Chapter 4

The guards quickly let go of me. My dad rushed over, pulled me up, and whispered angrily in my ear.

"Why are you being so difficult? Ruining the gala like this!"

"He is your brother, you should have just let him have his way."

"Good thing I got here fast. I would have been so heartbroken if you got hurt!"

I watched him put on his act of a loving father.

If I hadn't been reborn, I would never have believed that this very man was the one who planned my murder.

I pushed his hand away and said coldly,

"What brother? I am the only child of the Morgan family. I don't have a brother!"

"A bastard like him isn't even fit to step into our house!"

Exposed in public, my dad's face flushed bright red.

"You bastard!"

He slapped me hard across the face, pointing his finger at my nose.

"I came here to help you, and you dare call my son a bastard!"

"You're just an intern, yet you have the nerve to claim you're a Morgan. You must be tired of living!"

Sara quickly chimed in, backing my dad up.

"Exactly! Some random lunatic is here throwing a tantrum."

"Claiming he's the real Morgan heir. What a joke!"

"Do you think my dad and I can't even recognize our own family?"

She thought she had all the backing she needed, her voice dripping with venom. I found it hilarious. I looked at her and asked,

"Your family? Sara, did you forget you're just an orphan we brought home from the orphanage?"

"If I hadn't chosen you back then, my mom would never have adopted you!"

"Now that you're grown up, you throw all that gratitude down the drain!"

Sara's face turned white, then red. Her origin was her deepest insecurity.

To her, being adopted was a shameful stain on her life. Having it exposed in front of everyone almost made her lose her mind.

Shakira couldn't help but defend Sara.

"So what if Sara is adopted? She is recognized by the Morgan family, which makes her a thousand times better than trash like you!"

Seeing her defend Sara, I let out a sharp laugh.

She probably had no idea that Sara and Solomon were already sleeping together!

Back when Solomon worked at the host club, he wasn't doing anything clean, and those two had spent plenty of nights in bed together.

Solomon pointed at me, raising his voice.

"Even if Sara is adopted, she is my sister. Who are you to talk down to her?"

He was so deep in his acting that he truly believed he was the master of the Morgan family.

I slapped his hand away and said coldly,

"Because I am the sole heir of the Morgan Group!"

"The Morgan family belongs to me and my mother. A parasite who married in and an adopted orphan do not count as Morgans!"

"If I want you gone, I can make you kick the curb in a second!"

The moment the words left my mouth, my dad lost his mind. He slapped me repeatedly, then kicked me hard in the ribs, screaming,

"I knew you were an ungrateful dog!"

"I've been married to Kelly for years. We are husband and wife. This company is mine too!"

"Let me tell you, this company belongs to me, and it will belong to Solomon in the future. You are the one who is going to get kicked out!"

Having married into the family, even though he held an executive title, his abilities were nowhere near my mother's.

The whispers of being a "trophy husband" had built up a toxic rage inside him over the years.

Now that I had exposed his rawest nerve, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he kicked me several more times.

My body throbbed with excruciating pain, and I coughed up a mouthful of blood on the floor. But he didn't care.

Shakira looked at me with disgust and waved her hand.

"Get him out of here. He's an eyesore."

I looked at the smug grins on Solomon and Sara's faces and said softly,

"Have you guys ever wondered what will happen when my mom gets back and finds out what you did?"

My dad's face tensed, but then a ruthless glare flashed in his eyes.

"You are completely insane, whispering nonsense!"

"Tie him up and throw him into a mental asylum! Don't let him out until he's completely cured!"

Seeing the murderous look in his eyes, I knew he wanted me dead.

Just as I was calculating how to make my escape, the heavy doors of the hall were slammed open.

"I’d love to see which one of you dares to send my son to an asylum!"