Ethan pinched his nose and stepped back, his face twisted with disgust. “Ugh, seriously?” he sneered. “Grandpa, you’re so weak that one slap from Dad made you wet yourself? How pathetic. You really are finished.”
His loud laughter bounced off the walls, sharp and heartless. The sound made Harold’s chest tighten with deep shame. His shaking hand gripped the armrest of the wheelchair as he tried to speak, but no words came out. His throat felt locked.
The air around him felt heavy and suffocating. His face burned red from the unbearable humiliation of being treated like trash by his own family.
Gerald straightened his sleeves, his expression cold and distant. “Someone,” he said sharply, “take this useless old man away from here. Don’t let him sit here making the air smell bad.”
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