Chapter 8

Benedict was livid. He couldn't hold in his anger any longer. He gave the bodyguards a look.

They grabbed Yvonne's arms, holding her in place.

His expression was dark. "I will ask you one last time. Where's my brother?"

"He's dead."

Benedict slapped Yvonne again. This time, the force was enough to make her spit out blood.

Yvonne gave up all pretenses. "Benedict Fuller, are you a real man? You're 30 years old, yet that boy was only seven years old. How could he be your brother? Why are you lying? Why are you being so cruel to me?"

"Stubborn woman!" Benedict kicked her to the ground. Taking out his phone, he pulled up a photo of our entire family. "Look at this. This is my mother. This is my brother."

In the photo, my husband and I stood lovingly together, accompanied by Benedict and Jeremy.

Only now did Yvonne look scared.

When the bodyguards dragged her away, she was shaking and shouting, "Benedict, I'm sorry! Please forgive me! I didn't know she was your mother. Mrs. Fuller,