"I am your brother," I said and looked at Chance sharply as if he was piercing through his eyeballs. "Clayton Howard."
Brother. Is it even right to use that word?
The Crown Prince's hands that were on the racks, dropped and he froze, not averting his gaze away from me. I do not understand why he had that kind of reaction, didn't he ask me on purpose?
My eyes narrowed as I looked at him full of contempt, "Does it satisfy you when I remind myself that I am not needed?" I asked.
He did not seem to know what to say, he turned to me, "Why do you hate me so much?" The Crown Prince asked subconsciously.
I almost laughed out loud because of his question. How dare he ask me why I hate him. When it was him who abandoned me first!
"Hate you?" I repeated with a snort, "I would never dare to hate you, Crown Prince, For I have no rights to do so." I answered with sarcasm.
