No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 822

"Let go!" I snapped, my voice as cold as the winter wind sweeping across the English countryside.

Dustin didn't budge; he just tightened his grip on my arm.

This whole mess was his doing, and I was boiling with anger and resentment. I swung my hand, slapping him hard across the face.

The slap echoed through the room, sharp and biting.

"Dustin, you're nothing but a scumbag," I spat out, my voice laced with venom.

He had the audacity to use his own parents' funeral for his schemes. He didn't deserve to be called human anymore. And as for Ernest? He must have been threatened by Dustin. Otherwise, he would never have turned on Fanny like that.

"Go ahead, call me whatever you want," Dustin said, his face tinged red from my slap, yet he remained unfazed. In fact, he seemed to welcome my insults.

He was a lunatic, a complete madman at this point.

But I found myself at a loss for words. Not only because I wasn’t great at hurling insults, but because someone like him wasn’t worth the effort.

"Felicia, you call me a scumbag, a jerk, but I wasn’t always like this. Do you remember how I was when you first came to our family?" Dustin started reminiscing, much to my surprise.

"Back then, I was the older brother who had to be generous, always looking out for my younger siblings. I’d give you and Rad the best of everything—good food, fun times. Whenever you two messed up, I’d take the fall. When Mom and Dad asked you to do chores, I’d jump in and help you..."