Archer locked his gaze with Ksara's piercing golden eyes, but her relentless assault of cruel insults persisted.
"You've never been wanted!" she spat venomously. "Since the day you were born, we only tolerated your presence in the hopes that you would prove useful to the family. Instead, we were burdened with a worthless brat who knows nothing about gratitude for those who allowed him to exist!"
Her words dripped with venomous malice, each one delivered with a twisted sneer of contempt on her face.
"No one has ever loved you," she hissed. "Not even your own mother. We reveled in the torment we inflicted upon you, finding joy in every moment of your pain and suffering. We all laughed at you, you pitiful little boy. We mocked your weakness, your vulnerability, your absolute insignificance."
Her words sliced through Archer's heart like sharp daggers, leaving him feeling shattered and utterly forsaken.
