“Apologize!” Dustin tightened his grip again.

“F*ck...” Archer cursed.

Crack!

Dustin frowned and twisted Archer’s hand. It snapped Archer’s wrist completely.

The scream that followed was high-pitched and unbearable.

Dustin released him, and the latter collapsed to the ground before curling into a ball.

“Dustin... you... ahhh!!!”

David sighed.

He had not expected Dustin to act so decisively and break Archer’s hand without hesitation.

Dustin was just standing up for his family. Archer had been infuriating. So, David merely sighed instead of blaming him.

“David, respect is earned, not given for free,” Dustin said seriously. “Since the main family looks down on us so much, I don’t think we need to worry too much about their opinion while we’re in Hattan.”

David remained silent in thought.

Perhaps he was also considering whether the branch family should stop enduring the main family’s repeated humiliation.

“You... How dare you... Do you have a death wish?” Archer