Gillian Thompson sat in the driver's seat, looking at Joshua Thompson, her eyes bright, excited and nervous.
She watched as Joshua sneered at her through the window, pointing at Nicholas Thompson and saying, "Come on, hit him."
Gillian trembled, thinking she had misheard.
"What are you doing just standing there, hit him!" Joshua stared at her coldly, "Don't you want me to forgive you? Don't you want my shares? Hit him, and they're yours."
Nicholas Thompson's heart tightened, he shouted, "Joshua, what do you mean by that?"
"What do I mean?" Joshua raised his eyebrows, crossed his arms and gave a lazy smirk, "You think we're heartless, but it's easy for you to say when you're not the one being hit. We're family, we can't play favorites, she might as well hit you."
"As long as she hits you, I will forgive her, and the shares are hers, how about it?"
Nicholas stood still, a wave of emotions crashing in his eyes, "I'm not just his brother, I'm also your brother."
