Antagonist
Chapters 10. Sib

...One word I want to say when I look at your back....

...Never said a word of love from your lips. Just rubbed my head without a word....

...Sobbing in flowing tears, do you hate me? Because I don't, don't hate you....

...At least not yet, maybe everything changed when your tears flowed for you....

...Because I realize my love for you is reciprocated....

...Fathers......

Edward.

The cup is still on the floor. His eyes were staring at the three people before him.

"All the servants in this place I've stopped. Only the honest ones I supplied with some money. Edward's still at school in an old car, isn't he? The car I bought a few days ago you used for your needs. My son does not eat, even though the head chef almost every day serves his favorite shrimp. They shut up, thinking it was none of their business. Satan!" The father growled, breathing repeatedly.

It's also his fault, a year only to go home twice. Too embarrassed to meet his son. If Angelic had found her early, she would probably still be alive. Edward will also have a complete family.

But the place Angelic went was too remote. Even so far from the hospital. Until the bleeding occurred during the birth of Edward, his lover was late getting treatment.

"At least you and your son should be responsible for my sister's death! Give me the compensation!" Wilmar said shamelessly.

Flint regulates his emotions."Okay, but may I ask you to atone for all your deeds to my son. I also charge for the living expenses of those of you who have lived for 7 years in my house. Here's the money for my son's treatment you guys embezzled."

Unable to say anything Wilmar just lowered his head.

"Compensated for a million dollars, I bought Angelic's life. Reduced by the cost of living and the cost of having fun during this time, if calculated may still be minus. I'm gonna call a lawyer, you guys still owe me." Firmly Flint, facing calmly. Make them speechless.

"Servant! Take them away!" Flint might be better off being taken to the legal path alone.

"Filum! I beg! What about Tamtam! He needs both his parents." Hadsen knelt down pleading.

"Easy! Just put it in an orphanage. Besides, even an orphanage wouldn't treat your son the way you treat Edward." Sentence after sentence from Flint, it could not be refuted by them.

Three servants dragged them, including Tamtam, who was enjoying a pastry."Why do I have to go? Uncle let me stay here!" shouted Tamtam, fight.

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Flint sat back on the couch. The new waiter Furran recruited moved quickly to clean up the shards of the cup.

His eyes looked around, he rarely came home, to avoid his son, it was really awkward. Hearing the news that Edward had a family that loved him (Wilmar), like their own child despite being a nephew has made himself so calm.

But what about now? Can he face his cold son? Someone who is hard to approach and talk to?

Tied up her original long white hair, took off her reading glasses. These are the times he missed Angelic.

The beautiful face, it turns out to have beautiful muscles, although only visible from the shape of his hand. Some of the newly recruited female servants secretly stole a glance at their employers who were single parents. Remember that! Not a widower, because Flint had not been married to Angelic.

The sound of children walking down the stairs. Flint's heart was beating fast, this must be his son. Breathing out, confused about what to say.

Until he dared to look back. Strange sight in his eyes. His son who usually showed an expressionless cold face, now lowered his head to cover his own face.

"Happy!? I showed it to Dad!" Edward's screams held back his embarrassment.

Rachel pulled Edward's hand over the face."Now I'm just satisfied."

One second, Flint went silent digesting the situation.

Two seconds, his forehead creased.

Up to the third second.

"Hee.ha.ha!" she laughed holding her stomach.

His son was seen there, wearing a black wig with waist-length hair. Equipped with large ribbon accessories in her hair. A long dress like a medieval princess. Plus thin make up. Perfect! His son looks prettier than Angelic.

Unable to hold back his laughter, Flint who was normally cold spoke a little, was now speechless. Lying on the couch can't stand it anymore.

"A..Will it not be good?" Rachel asked, glancing slightly at Edward.

"Too pretty!" Flint was still laughing, unable to stop."You guys are fit to be brothers." Breathing out time and time again his laughter stopped. Wanting to make his point, perhaps Edward would refuse, but this was a debt of gratitude that should have been reciprocated to Rachel.

"Dad!" Edward was as if he wanted his father to stop talking.

"Actually I intend to adopt you as Edward's younger brother. You just need to accompany her, living expenses, education all I will take care of. Maybe you don't understand it because you're too young, but having Snowden's last name, will be very profitable when you grow up." Sentence by sentence from him, as if unable to accept rejection.

But it is only natural that an offer is profitable. Rachel was silent for a moment, while Edward suddenly clasped his fingers tightly.

Rachel looked at him. The 10-year-old boy shook his head. A sign of him disagreeing, the look on his face looks unhappy.

"Sister and sister can't be together forever." Inner Edward.

Rachel swallowed her saliva. His brain began to digest the current situation. Want to cry it feels, the offer to be the adopted son of a cool father. Who wouldn't.

But.

"Edward won't let me. Let me remember again, the reason Edward killed his own father in the original novel. It was because of an incident. Flint wants to stop Edward's murder. By preventing Edward from using his powers to save Alira. Alira is almost harassed by a group of people hired by one of Alfred's former lovers (the male lead). In the end Edward killed the father who was considered not to love him, the father who also tried to kill him because of his heinous actions. Just to save Alira. Scary..." Rachel thought, sighing many times.

"Maybe it's better not to be Edward's foster sister. If I become his adoptive sister, then I will follow along to be the heir in this house. Edward's gonna kill me and Flint one day. In order to get rid of the people who bother Alira. Aye! Edward wouldn't let me be his foster brother, surely because he wanted me to be his slave! Quiet young master, I will be the best servant, leech on your faithful feet, suck a little of your blood to survive." That was a complicated consideration in Rachel's mind.

"How are you willing to be Edward's sister, right?" Flint asked again.