Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 112

She gave in.

Samuel stared at his twin sister—a girl who looked so much like him, yet seemed a stranger in this moment—with a cruel glint in his eyes.

“Aurora, that’s not enough.”

“Because of you, I spent days locked up by the police. How are you ever going to repay me for that?”

His heart seethed with anger and resentment. With Aurora right in front of him, there was no way he’d let her off easy.

Grandma Grace had managed to get out of bed, though her legs had never been strong and she’d been through too many shocks in the past few days. Even standing upright seemed to cost her every ounce of strength.

Still, she forced herself to steady her footing and stepped in front of Aurora, shielding her.

“Samuel, you started this. You bullied Aurora first.”

Samuel didn't see it that way.

“Aurora, get on your knees and apologize. Say you’re sorry, and I’ll let you and Grandma go home together.”

Every single day he’d spent in that holding cell, he’d thought about making Aurora apologize the moment he got out. Forcing her to kneel—he considered that getting off easy.

Jordan frowned but stayed silent.

Grandma Grace’s disappointment in her son was overshadowed only by her heartbreak over her grandson.

She squeezed Aurora’s hand, lending her support. “We’re going back to Millbrook. Aurora and I both.”

Jordan’s voice was icy. “Don’t think you’re going back to that old house. I’m selling it, no matter what.”

He was determined; once the house was gone, his mother would have nothing left to return to.

Fury contorted Grandma Grace’s face. Jordan was always talking about selling that house, but it was the heart of the Quinn family. So many memories were woven into those walls.

“I told you before—the house isn’t for sale. It’s mine, and you have no right to decide otherwise.” Her breath came short and ragged, a tightness spreading in her chest.

“Then get down on your knees and apologize!” Samuel shouted, his usually pleasant features twisted with spite.

He glared at Aurora like a beast cornering its prey.

“Aurora, kneel and apologize, and maybe I’ll convince Dad to keep the house.”

Aurora clenched her jaw. She could see right through him—he had no intention of helping her. Even if she knelt, Samuel would never persuade Jordan to spare the house. This was nothing but humiliation.

Samuel burst into laughter. “Aurora, do you think you’re still Mrs. Chambers? Let me tell you, Dan doesn’t want you, and neither does the Chambers family.”

“If they did, why do you think they called us to pick Grandma up from the hospital?”

“They’re sick of you two dirtying their precious home.”

Aurora’s face went sheet-white. Her nails dug so deep into her palms, she thought she might draw blood.

She bent her knees, slow and shamed, and knelt before him.

“Aurora!”

Grandma Grace tried to rise and stop her, but her legs gave out and she collapsed to the floor.

All she could do was curse at Jordan and Samuel from where she lay.

“Jordan, you blind, heartless excuse for a son!”

“Samuel, you’ll get what’s coming to you!”

Samuel hardly seemed to hear her. His eyes gleamed with anticipation, hungry for the sight of Aurora completely bowed before him.