SHE THREW THE BURNT STEAK AT HER FACE… THEN REVEALED WHO REALLY OWNED THE HOUSE
Helen placed a perfectly cooked steak in front of Ethan, then dropped a blackened piece of meat onto Lily’s plate.
She laughed. “It’s only a little overcooked.”
Robert smirked. “Even a dog wouldn’t eat that.”
Lily gripped the table, fighting back tears.
I knelt beside her.
“Why do they always treat me like this?” she whispered.
I stood, picked up her plate, and hurled it straight into Helen’s face.
The plate shattered.
Helen crashed to the floor as the laughter instantly died.
I stared at Robert.
“Enjoy tonight,” I said coldly. “Because tomorrow, you won’t get even a burnt scrap.”
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Robert rushed to Helen.
But the real shock was still coming.