My mother sneered, “Scrub harder, parasite,” forcing my heavily pregnant wife to wash her feet while a doctor held a syringe. Instead of fighting my filming brother, I quietly carried my wife out of the mansion. They laughed and called me a coward, completely unaware that in just 15 hours…

pity. I gently pried his fingers off my suit.

“You held the camera, Liam,” I said softly. “While she put her foot on my wife.”

I nodded to the officers. They hoisted Liam to his feet, ignoring his pathetic wailing, and clicked the handcuffs into place. Two more officers hauled Dr. Vance away, the man weeping silently into his chest.

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