You barely had time to speak before his cold voice cut through the silence like a knife.
"You're a disgrace to our name. You think sympathy keeps you alive in this world? It'll get you killed. And if it weren’t for the fact that you carry our blood... I’d have let the streets chew you up long ago."
His eyes, once warm in distant childhood memories, now held only scorn. And in that look was the truth you never wanted to accept—he didn't see you as family anymore. Just dead weight.
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