A flamboyantly dressed woman stood at the door, coolly smoking a cigarette.
Only then did Mukelin Cole stop. He shot the girl a venomous glare, grabbed her by the hair, and mercilessly dragged her into the house.
"Dad, where did this beggar come from? She stinks! Don't let her in the house."
The girl peered through her matted hair toward the source of the voice. It was a clean-cut little boy, staring at her with a look of utter disgust.
His face was chubby, his body like a little meatball—a world apart from her and her brother.
'He's clearly never gone hungry a day in his life.'
Mukelin Cole immediately stopped and turned, putting on the face of a doting father to appease him. "Alright, Dad will let her go right now."
"Make her get lost! My friends are coming over this afternoon!"
The girl bit her lip hard, tears welling in the corners of her eyes.
'So this is my half-brother?'
"RRRING—"
Mukelin Cole's phone suddenly rang.
