With these thoughts, Anton Wallace quickly touched his neck, confirming his head was still attached and he was still alive. But his heart had already turned cold.
His aunt was domineering, and so was his older cousin. Being caught between them was the worst.
"Go, see where there's the most dust, and throw him out there!" Hansen Ruiz ordered without even glancing at him, his voice dripping with menace.
Anton's presence here meant that the old dowager of his family was once again scheming. Hansen wouldn't show any mercy to her pawns, not even if they were cousins.
"Cousin Hansen… Don't drag me! Cousin Hansen is just joking with me, right?" Anton struggled desperately, not wanting to be dragged out by the two men, but he couldn't overpower them both. In a moment, they had lifted him up and were carrying him outside.
