"Dad still had a chance to pull through, but that con artist used some nonsense acupuncture on him. After that, all hope was gone!"
She hugged herself as she spoke, her thin frame trembling. Her dress, once crisp and elegant, was now crumpled, stained with tear marks.
She shot Sera a look filled with blame, her lips quivering as she tried to hold back another sob.
The second son of the Kleinberg family joined in, his voice sharp and cutting. "Sera, why did you bring a fraud like that to treat your grandpa? He was always so good to you—how could you do this?"
He stood tall, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his jaw clenched in anger. His eyes, usually calm and calculating, were now stormy with rage.
He paced a few steps, his polished shoes tapping impatiently on the floor, as if he couldn't stand still with all the frustration boiling inside him.
It was like the Kleinberg family had planned it. One by one, they pointed the finger at Eric, piling all the blame on him.
