Ana's POV
Nobody had witnessed Julio lose control like this before.
Sherman, dazed and bloodied, felt rage first, then bewilderment at Julio's declaration.
"Your... sister?" he mumbled through swollen lips, his gaze shifting between Julio's livid expression and my composed face.
Even battered, his venom remained unchecked.
"What's this supposed to be, some twisted fantasy? When did you acquire a sister?"
"Do you have a death wish?" Julio bellowed, fighting against his friends who restrained him.
I stepped beside him swiftly, my hand settling on his arm to steady him.
"Julio, stop. He's worthless. Just a toad spewing garbage."
Sherman's face contorted with fury.
"What did you call me, you witch?"
"A toad," I replied, my tone cutting through the room's charged atmosphere like ice. "Eight years back, you were pathetic. Now you're simply more repulsive and corrupt. Your core remains unchanged."
My words slashed at his ego.
Sherman seethed, hatred blazing in his stare.
