Everyone turned toward the door. Nathan Grady strode in, all decked out in a handsome suit. His face brimmed with anger.He cut through the crowd, grabbed my wrist, pulled me up from the floor, and shielded me behind him."Ashton, you and your family have gone too far!" He stared at Ashton, his voice ice-cold. "You were the ones who chose to acknowledge her identity and bring her home, so why are you humiliating her like this now?"The living room fell completely silent. Every live-streaming camera swung toward Nathan.I stared at him from behind. His back looked the same as it did 20 years ago.When I joined the orphanage at the age of four, Nathan was already there. He was a scrawny kid with a slight limp in his left leg, hobbling whenever he walked.When the older kids at the orphanage stole his food, he never fought back. I was the one who rushed forward and snatched his bowl back, only to be shoved to the ground by one of the older kids, scraping my knee until it bled.He c
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