Troy:
It seemed as if my brother was trying to provoke me because the things he was saying were definitely getting to me.
I wanted to grab him, wrap my hands around his throat, and choke him right then and there.
He had the nerve to bring up Leysa.
That was what they did.
They talked about others' mates or wives to silence them, to scare them off.
"Oh, come on. It's not like your brother is saying something ridiculous. He's being kind enough to give her a chance."
Of course, my father took his side. That was the kind of father he was.
"If you still want to fight, you're welcome," Messi remarked.
"I'm not his weakness."
Just then, Leysa spoke. Every eye turned to her.
Of course. She was not someone who would stay silent.
"When elders are talking—"
As soon as my stepmother started to speak, Leysa pointed at her, warning her to stop.
"I'm talking," she said.
My mother and I smirked in pride.
Leysa straightened her posture.
