Family on Their Knees Heart Turned to Ice novel Chapter 998

Brandon's face turned a violent shade of green.

He was the dignified CEO of the Mercer Group, and yet Ethan had the audacity to suggest he was only fit to be a security guard?

However, even though he was practically suffocating on his own rage, there was absolutely nothing he could do.

His top priority was speaking to Lillian. If this were any other day, Brandon would never have let such a low-level lackey mock him, but this opportunity was too rare to ruin.

He called out toward the desk, "Lillian..."

Lillian glanced briefly at Ethan.

Ethan mockingly extended a hand in a gesture of invitation. "Please, Mr. Mercer, step inside. Since you went through all the trouble to sneak in, it wouldn't be right to just kick you out.

Actually, it wouldn't be a problem to have you literally thrown out on the street, but that would just make you look even more pathetic.

Then again, the Mercer family probably doesn't care much about public humiliation anymore, do they?

After all, you've made quite a fool of yourselves these past few months."

Brandon finally snapped.

"I'm here to see my sister. Who the hell are you?

Are you the man she mentioned at the press conference? The man backing her?"

Truthfully, even though Brandon accepted that Lillian was the legendary hacker Li, he still refused to believe she possessed that level of raw talent on her own.

Given the endless internet speculation regarding the mysterious boyfriend she had publicly acknowledged but never named, the Mercer men shared a deep, cynical suspicion. They believed this hidden patron was her true source of power. They assumed that whatever success she achieved as 'Li' was actually orchestrated by the man standing in the shadows.

In their eyes, Lillian had never been anything special.

Society often praised the 'woman behind the man' as a supportive, nurturing figure.

Ever since you left the house, I've been incredibly worried about your health. I didn't know how you were doing."

Lillian scoffed. "You don't need to hold your breath. I'm not going to drop dead anytime soon.

If you have something to say, spit it out. I don't have the time to waste on your theatrics.

And don't bother telling me you miss me or that you care about my health. Hearing that from you makes me physically nauseous. Seriously, I'm begging you, stop sprouting that disgusting garbage."

Care about her health?

Sure, maybe they possessed a shred of concern in the past, but wasn't all of that built entirely on how useful she was to them?

Lillian genuinely couldn't stomach it. She didn't need their fake affection. To her, their words of concern were as revolting as spit on the pavement.

The polite mask on Brandon's face was rapidly cracking.