I turned toward the voice and saw my uncle half-sitting on the hospital bed. He was still in his patient gown, unshaven and a bit scruffy, but not the least bit weak or downcast. His sharp gaze locked onto Matthew like a laser, and the pressure he gave off was no joke—it was enough to make anyone nervous.
I was genuinely stunned. I had never seen my uncle this fierce before. He used to be withdrawn, even a bit depressed.
Matthew clearly didn’t expect to see him either. He looked taken aback, maybe even scared, before snapping his eyes back at me, his voice instantly flipping to rage.
"Isabella, so turns out you're not a caregiver, huh? Real piece of work, you. Got zero shame hooking up with some old dude? Calling you a slut honestly isn’t even harsh,” he sneered.
"My brother'
