Zayn’s words were like a nuke sending a seismic shock to every single Larson in the room. Their eyes widened, and their reactions quickly became violent.
Many of them went from zero to absolute rage in a matter of seconds, and they were sure to let Zayn know through the glares they shot him. The most senior members of the family, those who had been talking just moments ago, slapped their hands over their chest as the color left their mien before they gasped for air. The news was so shocking to them that they thought they were going to pass out!
Jordan’s reaction was overblown, too. He blurted out a yelp, “Seven billion dollars of inheritance and you gave it all out for charity?!”
Just how thriftless and dumb must a punk be to pull off that sort of thing?!
Apoplectic, many in the family abandoned whatever courtesies they might have used moments ago as they leaped to their feet and strode towards Zayn before unleashing a salvo of shrieking censures.
“You prodigal b*stard! How could you just give all seven billion dollars away to charity like that?!”
“You are a godd*mned traitor to the family, Zayn! A godd*mned cur!”
“Do you even have a lick of sense in thathead of yours? The family worked hard for years to accumulate those seven billion dollars, for God’s sake! You have nothing to contribute to that wealth, so who the hell gives you the right to donate it all?! Ijust wanna snap that stupid neck of yours in half! I should have killed you right there and then four years ago!”
“D*mn straight, we should lynch favonovel.com to death. If favonovel.com were a dead man, we wouldn’t have to suffer so much of this bullsh*t! My God, seven billion dollars! Seven whopping billions of dollars!”
“Why are we still mulling things over when we can just let our actions speak for us? Let’s beat the crap out of this b*stard already. Why even let a money-squandering *sshole live?!”
The Larsons’ collective rage made all of the Larsons’ pugnacious avengers level their meanest glares at Zayn. Their eyes were all brimming with venom, animus, and broiling rage.
Despite that, Zayn did not balk or show a modicum of panic. In fact, there was still a small smile on those lips of his leisurely sipping coffee. “Hey, Grandpa bequeathed all that amount to me, didn’t he? I have every right to donate my money while the rest of you have nothing to do with it, don’t you agree?”
“Bullsh*t!” One of Zayn’s granduncles, an old man about seventy years old, retorted immediately with his index finger trained on Zayn. “Don’t bullsh*t us about it being your money, squirt, when you’ve contributed nothing to our family! That sum of money belonged to the Larsons! It’s money 200 of us members labored long and hard by rubbing elbow grease for! You haven’t got a stinking connection to any of that grueling hard work!”
“Zayn, you’re a scourge to the family and a godd*mned disgrace! You betrayed the family and the generations before you. Your very existence is the biggest humiliation we have ever suffered!”
His granduncle’s tactless hyperbole was so overt that it crossed into offense. Naturally, Zayn’s complexion darkened. His eyes bored into the old man and replied, “You might have gone a bit overboard with that outrage, don’t you think? Weren’t you the one who was lamenting about how much you should have done four years ago when I was banished from the family? And now you’re crowning me the ‘biggest humiliation’ of the family?”
The granduncle answered Zayn’s observation with a demonic grimace as his eyes nailed unflinchingly on the young man. Gone was the kindly face etched with guilt from before. Now, the old man’s eyes were blazing with fury and rancor.
The others shared his sentiments as each of them pierced Zayn with their own laser-focus rage. In a span of a few minutes, Zayn’s family had become like a squadron of hell-prowling demons, and if anyone were to command them, they would sally forth and tear Zayn into pieces in furious gnashes.
Zayn perused the ugly, twisted looks on these people’s faces and felt his heart growing colder and colder from their reactions. It was the last proof favonovel.com needed to sever any emotional ties favonovel.com had with his “family”.
It was at this moment when Zidane broke his drawn-out silence with a sneer, “Are you done having fun, Zayn? Cut the charade out already. There’s no way you’d have donated that money.”
The crowd was momentarily flummoxed.
Of course! Zayn was not the sort of moron who would donate all seven billion dollars away, was he?
How awkward!
They had allowed their visceral reactions to possess them so much to the point that they could not think straight. And now they had fallen for Zayn’s bait!
