Chapter 67
“Uncle Kellan, we’re family after all. Why treat me like a stranger? Besides, it’s not entirely clear who’s calling the shots in this family these days. Your tone makes me question if you’ve forgotten our positions aren’t so fixed as you believe.”
Kellan’s lips curled, his gaze sharp as a blade. “How generous of you to notice,” he purred. “Should I remedy that oversight
now?”
“How dare you-!” Kyle was shaking with rage. But Kellan merely tilted his head, his composure infuriatingly untouchable, as if Kyle’s rage was nothing more than a mild inconvenience.
He sank into the sofa with languid ease. His cold, assessing gaze flicked to Kyle. “Well? I assume you didn’t come just to glare.”
Kyle ground out between clenched teeth. “You’re so damn arrogant. Aren’t you afraid it’ll all come back to bite you?”
In Kyle’s view, he was supposed to be a rightful heir to the Carter family, too, yet every time he faced Kellan, he was made to feel utterly worthless.
This was something he couldn’t accept.
Rage burned like wildfire in his chest as he glared daggers at Kellan.
Time stood still in that instant.
Yet Kellan idly scrolled through his phone without sparing Kyle a single glance.
Finally, Kyle’s patience snapped. His gaze flicked to the figure in the Bauta Mask standing nearby, and all his pent–up rage exploded in that instant.
He snapped, “Uncle Kellan, why the hell are you still letting this dangerous quack hang around? Can’t you see what a mess Grandpa’s in? If you ask me, it’s all because this incompetent doctor is completely useless! I’m going to expose this person and see exactly what kind of swindling fraud they really are!”
He stormed over to Zina, hand raised–then froze mid–motion, shock flashing through him as he realized his body wouldn’t obey.
Kellan slowly shook his head, a sigh escaping him. What possessed you to go and provoke her?”
That Doctor was notoriously temperamental–even he wouldn’t dare offend her. Honestly, Kyle really brought this on
himself.
“What the fuck did you do to me?” Kyle thrashed against his invisible restraints, veins bulging in his temples. His glare burned into Zina–if looks could kill, she’d be ashes.
But the Bauta Mask obscured Zina’s face, allowing only that unsettlingly androgynous voice to filter through. Paired with the mask’s sinister, fox–like eyes, the effect was downright chilling.
“Sir, I warned you. You’d best keep your distance,” Zina said flatly.
With that, she turned and came face to face with Kellan
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Chapter 67
“Mr. Carter, you won’t mind if I discipline your nephew for you, will you?”
“Absolutely” Kellan spread his hands in a show of helplessness. “As you know, I just got back from abroad–never been good at disciplining the kid. I’ll have to trouble you, Doctor, to handle this… problem.
Zina inclined her head. Tll gladly oblige.”
Her eyes glinted coldly as she sized up Kyle like a predator eyeing its prey.
Kyle broke out in goosebumps, stammering. “W–what are you trying to do? Murder is a federal crime. This is the Carter family estate! I’m the rightful heir here!”
As she loomed closer, Kyle’s voice rose to a panicked shriek.
Muscles locked in place, yet his knees shook with trapped panic.
Zina’s laugh curled through the air, dark and delighted, as she plucked a delicate porcelain vial from her sleeve. With a slow, deliberate exhale, she blew a shimmering haze of powder toward him, the particles dancing like cursed snow in the space
between them.
“What the hell did you just do?” he demanded curiously
Zina offered no explanation.
The truth came in waves of agony–first the itching, crawling beneath his skin like a colony of fire ants. Then the burning, spreading like liquid napalm across his flesh.
Paralysis held him captive as the torment built to unbearable heights, until his throat tore raw with a scream that sounded more animal than human.
“Doctor! Doctor, I apologize! Please, make it stop! I can’t take this anymore, I truly can’t! Doctor, it was my insolence- please, just this once, forgive me! Doctor, I’m begging you!”
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