Chapter 8

Victor stretched out his arm, blocking the group's path with a cold smirk as his gaze landed on Benedict.

"Mr. Gabor, or should I say, someone no longer deserving of that name," he sneered.

"Benedict, let me remind you. The house you so fondly call 'home' is mine now. And don't even think about leaving this trash on my doorstep."

I couldn't help but marvel at my brother's sharp tongue, as biting as ever.

He had wielded it against me countless times growing up, leaving me scarred and battered.

Benedict turned from the screen, where my pale face stared back at him, to face Victor.

"Victor, this house is all I have left of Kendra. I won't let you take it away from me."

"Oh, now, he remembers. Now, he cherishes the memories of us in that house. How ironic," I thought.

When I was alive, he let Tylor run wild through those halls, tearing apart everything meaningful to me. But now, it suddenly holds value.

Victor raised an eyebrow, his demeanor still as carefree as ever.