Chapter 3

Darren's POV

I looked at Josiah and Yvonne with a neutral expression and said, "I'm all done here, so let's head home."

In that instant, the car revved up and drove toward the brightly lit city center. An hour later, it came to a halt in front of a grand three-story villa.

I had once again returned to the place that had stripped away everything I had. In my past life, I had given up who I was just to please them. In this life, I wasn't going to indulge any of them.

Having already seen my unhinged side, Josiah and Yvonne were noticeably more cautious around me this time. "Y-you can consider this place your home from now on, Darren…"

Nicholas, the fake heir of the Gunther family, was standing right at the main entrance alongside Mabel, my hopelessly foolish sister.

Mabel glared at me. "What took you so long? You need to stop acting so entitled. The whole family doesn't revolve around you, Darren!"

Nicholas beamed at me. "Welcome home, Darren!"

The very next second, I grabbed Nicholas by the collar and drove his face straight into the nearby pillar.

I then turned around and glared at Josiah and Yvonne, snarling, "It's no wonder you couldn't find me for 20 years! You were too busy raising an impostor in your house!"

Mabel exclaimed, "What the hell are you doing? Let go of Nicholas!"

Nicholas didn't think I'd go for the kill out of the blue like that. His face slammed hard into the pillar beside him, and his nose broke on impact, leaving him with a face covered in blood, tears, and snot.

Upon seeing me grip Nicholas by the neck to smash his head into the pillar again, Mabel rushed over, grabbed my arm, and slapped me hard across the face. "Did you not hear what I said? I told you to let go of Nicholas!"

I was slapped so hard that I felt blood run from my nose, and for a moment, I thought she had nearly broken my neck with it. I kicked her in the stomach without hesitation, knocking her to the ground.

Mabel widened her eyes in surprise, the veins on her forehead bulging. She doubled over in sheer pain while clutching her stomach.

I finally snapped as I recalled the humiliation I suffered in my past life. I kicked her straight in the face when I saw her lying on the ground in pain, sending her reeling backward.

It all happened so fast that the three of us were already fighting before Josiah and Yvonne could react. They were horrified as they rushed over to pull us apart.

In the living room, Nicholas sat with an ice pack on his forehead, his nose red and swollen like a clown's. He leaned against Yvonne with an expression of deep grievance, looking like a vulnerable, wounded child. The sight would've evoked pity from anyone watching.

Mabel had a swollen nose and a big shoeprint on her clothes. She glared at me with deep resentment, looking at me less like I was her real brother and more like a mortal enemy.

I had two wads of tissue stuffed into my nostrils, but I still stared her down with a sharp, hostile look of my own.

Josiah and Yvonne looked at the three of us sitting there. Instead of jumping to conclusions and placing blame like they used to in my past life, they just let out a heavy, defeated sigh.