Turning to face Sonny, Destinee issued her directive with a determined glint in her eye.


    “Uncle Sonny, let’s get going.


    I’ve already prepared a maid’s skirt for you.


    And for added visual ir, I’ve even arranged a wig.


    The camera is ready whenever you are!”


    Sonny stood there, ck-jawed and utterly dumbfounded by Destinee’s unexpected statement.


    Feeling a chill run down his spine, Sonny acted swiftly, dragging Kyson down with him.


    “You’re incredibly considerate, Destinee,” Sonny managed to say, his voice strained with forced enthusiasm.


    “I won’t disappoint you.


    But I can’t possibly enjoy such a splendid asion alone.


    ”


    Noticing the meaningful nce from Sonny, Kyson’s apprehension grew, a sinking feeling settling in the pit of his stomach.


    Sonny’s usation hit Kyson like a bolt of lightning, leaving him momentarily stunned.


    “Kyson, stop pretending.


    Take off the cast.


    I’ve known for a while that you’ve been faking your injury.


    I just haven’t confronted you about it until now.


    But I can’t bear to deceive Destinee any longer.


    It’s time toe clean.


    Hurry up.


    ”


    “Deceive me?” With her head tilted slightly to one side, Destinee fixed her unwavering gaze upon Kyson, her eyes locking onto his without blinking, silently demanding the truth.


    Kyson’s throat tightened as he swallowed nervously, but he remained silent, unable to muster a response in the face of Destinee’s prating stare.


    Sonny located a small hammer and proceeded to remove the cast encasing Kyson’s leg, his actions swift and determined, revealing the truth behind Kyson’s supposed serious injury.


    “Kyson, you were gloating, weren’t you? I’ll drag you down with me!”


    Sonny’s voice was resolute as he addressed Kyson, his wordsced with a hint of defiance.


    He brandished the hammer in his hand and struck a spot on Kyson’s knee with measured force, the sound echoing in the tense silence of the room.


    Sonny’s precision was remarkable, and the impact of the strike caused Kyson’s left leg to convulse uncontrobly, a wave of pain shooting through his body.


    “Well, well,” Sonny remarked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.? 2024 N?v/el/Dram/a.Org.


    “Nice leg.


    Straight and muscr.


    And those hairs are rather fetching.


    So, where’s the fracture?” His words dripped with irony as he challenged Kyson to exin the absence of any injury.


    Kyson remained silent.


    His expression darkened as he pressed his Lips into a tight line, the corners of his mouth downturned in a grimace of difort and shame.


    “What?” Destinee’s surprise was evident as she reached out and grabbed Kyson’s left leg, inspecting it closely.


    “You’re healed?” she eximed, her voice tinged with disbelief as she searched for any signs of injury.


    Kyson managed to force a smile, his attempt at humor falling somewhat t.


    “I didn’t feel anything at first, but after his hit, who knows? It’s healed,” he admitted with a wry chuckle.


    “He should be a doctor with those amazing skills,” he added, trying to lighten the mood despite the awkwardness of the situation.


    With his chin held high, Sonny exuded an air of pride, standing in a casual stance.


    He even used the hammer to pound his shoulders from time to time, his movements confident and assertive.


    Since he was going to face humiliation, he had to make Kyson do it with him.


    Since Kyson didn’t support him, Sonny felt no qualms about dragging Kyson down with him.


    They would weather the storm together, getting drenched in the rain as they faced the consequences of their actions side by side.


    Destinee’s excitement bubbled over as she pped her hands eagerly.


    “That’s fantastic! Kyson, since you’re healed, you can wear a skirt too.


    Let’s go! I can’t wait to see both of you in skirts today!” Her enthusiasm was contagious as she urged them into action.


    Kyson was rendered speechless by Destinee’s insistence.


    With little resistance, he allowed himself to be pulled out of bed, the cast on his right arm removed without protest.


    Silently, he followed Destinee out of the Shaw family’s home, resigned to his fate.


    In the car on the way to theb, Destinee settled into the back seat, sandwiched between Kyson on her left and Sonny on her right, her hands firmly sping theirs in a gesture of solidarity.