Kail's breath hitched as the grip around his throat tightened, his face flushing crimson. "Sis... why don't you recognize me?"
They had met months ago, and she kept treating him like a stranger.
Lyra's gaze locked on his face, so much like their father's. With a sharp inhale, she slowly loosened her hold, standing tall above him. "The reason I didn't acknowledge you? You're useless."
In her eyes, this brother was worth less than the money in her account, or even a sharp blade. At best, he was like a crystal figurine—pretty to look at, but a burden to carry.
Kail's eyes welled up as he stared at her, disbelief etched across his features. 'How can she say something so heartless?'
"Do you even know what I went through after you left?" He forced himself upright, glaring at her through the tears. "Everyone treated me like trash. I trained until I couldn't move, studied until my brain hurt..."
