Chapter 3

Everyone was startled by my sudden fury, frozen in place.

"Fernandez George!" My father roared. "You..."

He was about to curse at me, but when he saw my bleeding arms, he swallowed all those harsh words.

He looked at me with complex emotions and let out a long sigh.

For a moment, in that huge house, only Ellis's wailing could be heard.

"Fernandez, I know you can't stand me, but Angela just got pregnant. She can't handle being frightened!"

Bridges tenderly stroked Angela's abdomen and shot me a provocative look before continuing:

"And Ellis—she's still so young. What if she gets traumatized?"

"If you have any grievances, take them out on me!"

My mother came forward, somewhat at a loss: "Fernandez, let me bandage you first. Tonight... just make do for now."

"Tomorrow I'll prepare a welcome party for you. Everyone will be so happy to know you're back."

After all that, in my own house, I was still the one who had to "make do."

At that moment, I suddenly felt tired. I sat back down on the sofa without another word.

But Bridges still wouldn't let me go.

In the middle of the night, I sat blankly on the sofa when I suddenly heard a soft laugh.

I looked up to see Bridges.

He was holding a glass of hot water, leaning against the doorframe, his eyes full of mockery:

"I hope Angela's carrying a son. That way we'll have both a son and a daughter."

Seeing my lack of reaction, Bridges intensified his efforts.

"You don't know this, do you? Angela and I got together while you were still unconscious."

"Oh, and this." He displayed the watch on his wrist.

My pupils contracted. My heart throbbed with pain.

That was the heirloom my grandfather left me on his deathbed.

Five years ago, to save Angela, the strap had broken.

Seeing my reaction, the malice in Bridges's eyes became even more obvious:

"Fernandez George, do you know how disgusting you are right now?"

"She said just looking at you once makes her lose her appetite for three days."

"You're already like that—why can't you be more self-aware and break off the engagement yourself?"

He started rambling about his efforts over the years.

He was my uncle's son, but my uncle was incompetent. Though he was the eldest, he lost to my father. He squandered the family fortune, dying young and full of regrets.

When he was young, what he heard most was his father cursing mine.

He said it was lucky I got burned, giving him the chance to return to the George family.

In the future, not just the George family, but even the Angela family would be his.

"Then what are you so worried about?" I interrupted him. "Since the George family and Angela's family no longer have a place for me, what are you so worried about?"

Bridges's triumphant expression froze. Then his gaze turned cold as he looked at me:

"I'll show you exactly what your position is in this family now."