"Simon, you'd better watch your mouth!" Adam roared.
Simon wasn't having it. "Shut up! This is my house. Who the hell do you think you are?"
"You—"
Before Adam could finish, Simon's piercing gaze snapped to Amelia, who stood frozen with an ashen face.
"Amelia, get out of my house. If you keep dragging this out, don't blame me for charging you with fraud and throwing you in jail!"
Jail?
Amelia was both heartbroken and stunned. "I'm only sick, Simon. How could you treat me this way?"
How could he be so cruel?
It was clear now—the two siblings had schemed together, using her illness to prey on his sympathy and drain his money. And yet, she still had the nerve to act like the victim.
"Unfortunately for you, it's a filthy disease. Just how many men did you sleep with to catch it? The very thought makes me want to vomit!"
Simon's relentless insults pushed Adam past his breaking point. Fury overtook him as he lunged forward, ready to throw a punch.
But before he could land a blow, Helena stormed in, drawn by the chaos. With a shove, she forced Adam back.
"What do you think you're doing, raising your hand against my son?" she snapped.
"He was cursing at Amelia!" Adam bellowed.
Helena's expression darkened. "Will someone tell me what the hell is going on here?"
"Mom, Amelia never had lung cancer—she has HIV!" Simon's face twisted with rage, his eyes burning with undisguised contempt.
"What?" Helena recoiled in horror, shoving Amelia away. "Get the hell away from my son!"
"HIV?"
Sarah had just stepped into the room when she heard those words. The bowl of fruit in her hands slipped and crashed to the floor as she staggered back. She had to grip the door frame for support.
"Simon, can it spread through the air? Oh my god—" She doubled over, dry heaving uncontrollably.
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