Chapter 4

With that, he walked to my side, released his hand, and deliberately fell to the ground.

"Crash!" Along with the sound of the glass hitting the floor, Bridges let out a scream.

Soon, everyone came out.

Seeing the blood from glass cuts on Bridges's foot, everyone's faces changed drastically. "To the hospital!"

My father's brow furrowed tightly, his eyes showing an urgency and ferocity I'd never seen before.

"If you have grievances, take them out on me! Why do you have to turn this house into chaos?"

My breathing caught. My heart was squeezed tight by an invisible hand.

Grievance, pain, anger, despair.

Angela slapped me across the face, then helped Bridges out the door.

My mother kept pounding on my chest, completely oblivious that the spot she was hitting had already begun to seep with traces of blood.

"Why didn't you just die five years ago? Are you alive just to torture us?"

"If you have grievances, take them out on me! Bridges is innocent!"

I stood there numbly. The pain in my heart had long since overwhelmed my physical wounds.

Where no one could see, Bridges flashed me a provocative smile.

I felt cold all over.

The huge house returned to silence.

In this place where only I remained, I quietly took out my phone, which was still recording.

The next day, my parents acted as if nothing had happened, discussing details of the welcome party with me.

But my heart felt no ripples whatsoever.

The party was held in the George family garden, where there was a large swimming pool.

At the banquet, I watched Bridges skillfully conversing with friends I used to be close with.

The whole event felt absurd and laughable.

Now in everyone's eyes, Bridges was the George family's favored son, the company's legitimate heir.

My heart ached numbly, especially when my father publicly announced he would divide the company shares between Bridges and me.

Me: 1%. Bridges: 10%.

In that instant, I became the biggest joke.

"How pathetic."

"A homeless dog."

"He's a废person. What use are shares to him?"

"If you ask me, he shouldn't have saved Angela back then. Who knows how much the George family could have developed by now."

Mockery, schadenfreude, mixed with a few words of pity and regret.

The next second, Bridges walked toward me with a wine glass, looking triumphant.

Everyone around watched with anticipation for the show.

"Fernandez, congratulations." A mocking smile played on his lips.

I pressed my lips together and said nothing.

Bridges's eyes flashed darkly. The next second, he slipped, and the wine in his hand spilled all over me without missing a drop.

Even more onlookers photographed my disheveled state, pointing and commenting.

Angela tried to come forward to help me out of the situation, but I pushed her away.

She looked somewhat confused, standing in place.

Seeing I wanted to leave, Bridges wasn't willing to let me go so easily.

He followed close behind me to the poolside.

"Did you enjoy the welcome ceremony I prepared for you?"

Then he revealed a malicious smile.

"Guess who they'll save?" With that, he pulled me into the pool with him.

The water in the pool was so cold.

The pungent smell of chlorine constantly irritated my nose and skin.

The stiffness in my limbs made even struggling difficult.

On the other side, Bridges pretended his foot had slipped, putting on an act of drowning.

He kept struggling, kept shouting.

My consciousness gradually blurred as I slowly sank to the bottom.

Meanwhile, Bridges continued struggling with all his might.

Everyone rushed over.

Angela jumped into the water without hesitation and swam straight to Bridges, rescuing him.

My parents only gathered around Bridges, concerned about him.

Completely forgetting that their own biological son was still in the water.

Before I completely lost consciousness, I seemed to see a figure swimming toward me.