His brother’s smiling face appeared on the screen of his computer, and he felt the urge to punch the bastard.

"Wow, you look like absolute shit, little brother," Francis greeted him.

"You know what? Right now, I really want to hit you." His brother’s little laugh did not help. "How could you, Francis? How could you do this to me…?"

"Ah, so you know." He clenched his jaw; his teeth ground together. "I know an apology won’t fix anything, and I don’t intend to apologize for something I did solely