Jerome spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered to his feet. He had started this, and he was fiercely loyal to his friends; he wouldn't just stand by and watch them go down.
"Natalie, I know you want to come back to the family," he insisted. "Just do me this favor, and I'll talk to Dad about letting you return."
Natalie smiled brightly. "A father like Nathan? You can have him. I feel sick just knowing his blood runs through my veins—a man who cheats on his wife so openly. It’s disgusting." The thought of him being her father was suffocating, a heavy weight pressing down on her chest.
A wave of sorrow washed over her, and she leaned against Wayne, her voice tired. "Let's go home."
Seeing her pain was like a knife to Wayne's heart. "Okay," he said softly. "I'll take you home." He shot Jerome a cold, warning glare.
Jerome’s hands clenched into fists. What was she talking about? He could only watch as they walked away.
Then, he saw Sebastian standing a short distance away. He rushed over. "Sebas—"
Before he could finish, Sebastian's fist slammed into his face.
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