Chapter 4

Everyone looked toward the door. The newcomer was my mother, Hannah Evans.

After entering, she saw bloodstains on the front of Marcus's shirt and rushed to his side, speaking with towering rage:

"Marcus, what happened? How did you get injured? Tell me, who did this!"

Marcus looked down at me, tears welling in his eyes.

Victoria pointed at me furiously:

"Who else could it be but Damien Sullivan?"

Isabelle was trembling with anger. "Auntie, look how arrogant he is—he kicked Marcus off the stage right in front of us, and he's still bleeding."

Hannah rushed over and slapped me hard across the face:

"Damien Sullivan, who gave you the courage to bully Marcus? Have you eaten a bear's heart and leopard's gall?"

"You've made today's banquet a complete mess. Are you trying to lose all the Sullivan family's face before you're satisfied?"

"I'll teach you a lesson today. Hurry up and apologize to Marcus!"

Watching my mother's actions, the guests in the hall frowned and discussed among themselves:

"That's Hannah Evans from the Sullivan family, right? Looking at her behavior, Marcus is the child she cares about!"

"This Damien has too much nerve—publicly claiming he's the Sullivan family heir. I almost believed him."

Hearing the guests' discussions below, my expression darkened as I pushed Hannah away forcefully.

"Teach me a lesson? You lost the right to be my mother long ago!"

In my previous life, not only did they unconditionally favor Marcus, but even Hannah doted on him extremely.

Especially once, when I accidentally broke one of Marcus's models, Hannah locked me outside for an entire night before forgiving me.

From then on, I constantly followed Marcus around, humbly trying to please him, hoping to regain their affection and Hannah's love.

In this life, I finally figured it out.

Marcus wasn't a child brought home from outside at all—he was Hannah's son with her own brother.

To protect my inheritance rights, my father specifically made a will asking Grandmother to declare that I was the Sullivan family's only heir.

But my father never would have expected that Hannah not only wanted to take away my inheritance, but wanted to eliminate me completely.

Victoria and Isabelle had known about this all along and tried every means to help their real brother.

I was truly stupid before, not noticing these things at all.

Hannah's face was full of rage as she looked at me with fury:

"You still dare to talk back? You're getting more and more lawless!"

I met Hannah's furious gaze directly, speaking coldly:

"Hannah Evans, don't forget that I am the Sullivan family's legal heir. It's not your place to point fingers here."

"As long as I'm here, your son Marcus will never be able to take over the Sullivan family!"

Hearing my words, Hannah was completely enraged.

Marcus was the first to rush over, followed by Victoria and Isabelle pouncing on me viciously.

Hannah grabbed my collar and angrily slapped me again.

"Say that again? I've been managing the Sullivan family's affairs all these years. Your grandmother hasn't been involved for so many years—why shouldn't I be able to make decisions?"

I was held down tightly and couldn't move. I licked the fresh blood flowing from the corner of my mouth, still staring fearlessly at Hannah before me.

I had already notified Grandmother to come back earlier. Calculating the time, she should be arriving soon.

Seeing my smile, Hannah became even more agitated. Marcus kicked me hard in the abdomen.

"You still dare to hit and scold me—who gave you the courage? Remember, you're the one who joined the Sullivan family later!"

Victoria and Isabelle weren't to be outdone either, each slapping my face again.

"Damien Sullivan, who do you think you are? Stop daydreaming—the entire Sullivan family should belong to Marcus!"

Just then, an aged but strong and authoritative voice rang out from the doorway.

"Who gave you the courage to bully my grandson, the Sullivan family's only heir, like this? Do you all have a death wish?"