Disliked by everyone? She is clearly the most beloved one in the rich family!

After talking with Mr. Wilson, William returned to Windsor Manor.

Just now, Mr. Wilson's explicit and implicit expressions were all about making life difficult for Eric.

Since we are going to cooperate with the Wilson family, William will still help with this little thing.

The atmosphere in the house was as depressing as ever. The heavy curtains blocked out the sunlight, leaving only a few faint rays of light to shine through the gaps onto the floor.

Eric was sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding a book in his hands, trying to escape this suffocating environment by reading.

However, his peace was soon broken.

William pushed open the door, his footsteps heavy and powerful, like the beat of a drum beating in Eric's heart.

His eyes were cold as he walked straight up to Eric and looked down at him.

His tone was filled with an unquestionable command: "From today on, everything for you will be arranged by Kasa."

Eric's heart sank, and his fingers clenched the pages tightly, his knuckles turning white from the strain.

He looked up, trying to find a hint of pity or hesitation in William's eyes, but there was none.

There was only indifference and a desire for control in those eyes.

Kasa walked down the stairs slowly with a half-smile on his face.

His eyes swept over Eric as if he were looking at an object rather than a person.

He walked over to Eric, reached out and pinched his chin, forcing him to look at him, his voice low and somewhat teasing.

"Father is right. From today on, you must learn to be obedient."

Eric's body trembled slightly, but he did not resist, nor did he dare to resist.

He knew that in this family, resistance would only bring more pain.

He was taken to a room upstairs by Casa, and the door closed heavily behind him, as if completely isolating him from the outside world.

In the days that followed, Eric's life turned into a nightmare.

Kasa's torture of him was not limited to physical abuse, but more of a mental torture.

Sometimes he was indifferent, sometimes he was furious, sometimes he hurt his self-esteem with sharp words, and sometimes he pushed him into the abyss of despair with silence.

Eric tried to stay awake, trying to find a glimmer of hope of escape, but every attempt was ruthlessly suppressed.

His mental state gradually collapsed. He was often awakened by nightmares at night and was confused during the day, like a walking corpse.

His eyes became empty and the smile had long since disappeared from his face.

He began to doubt whether he could hold on and whether he could still find meaning in living.

Eric woke up that morning bruised and battered.

He just moved slightly and groaned in pain.

When Kasa heard this, he locked him in a dark room and did not give him any food or water for a whole day.

Eric curled up in the corner, the only sounds in his ears were his own breathing and heartbeat.

His consciousness gradually became blurred, and fragments of the past emerged in his mind.

Those good times have become so distant now, as if they never existed.

Just when he was about to go crazy, the door suddenly opened and dazzling light shone in.

Eric subconsciously covered his eyes with his hands.

Kasa stood at the door, looking at him coldly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "It seems you can hold on quite well."

Eric didn't answer, but just lowered his head, tears silently sliding down his face.

He knew that this torture was far from over.

The only thing he could do was to look for a glimmer of hope in despair, even if that hope was so slim that it was almost invisible.

Finally one day, Eric found an opportunity.

Eric huddled in the corner of the room, his phone tightly clutched in his hand.

The fingertips turned slightly white due to the force.

His heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was going to jump out of his chest.

This is his only chance.

Casa and William were not at home, and the servants in the house had left temporarily.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and dialed Alex's number with trembling fingers.

The phone rang several times before it was finally connected. Eric's heart was in his throat and his voice was almost choked.

"Grandpa Alex...it's me, Eric. I need your help. I...I can't hold on any longer."

There was silence on the other end of the line for a few seconds, and then Alex's cold and distant voice came.

"Eric, you're calling me now, what do you want me to do?"

Eric was stunned. He didn't expect his grandfather's tone to be so cold.

His throat seemed to be blocked by something and he spoke with difficulty.

"Grandpa, I... I'm almost going crazy because of the torture of Kasa and William. They... They don't treat me as a human being at all. Please, save me, take me away from here..."

Alex's voice remained calm, even with a hint of impatience.

"Eric, you've already married into the William family, so that's your business. Are you calling me now to ask me to interfere in their family affairs? Do you think that's possible?"

Eric's heart sank suddenly, as if it was being gripped by an invisible hand.

His voice was so trembling that he could barely utter complete sentences.

"But... Grandpa Alex, you said I could come to you if I had any problems! You can't... you can't just abandon me like this..."

"Abandon?" Alex sneered, with undisguised sarcasm in his tone.

"Eric, you've become useless."

"The cooperation between the William family and the Wilson family has been reached. You have no value in it. You are just a pawn."

"Don't be naive anymore. This is how the world is. The strong prey on the weak. Since you have chosen this path, you must bear the consequences yourself."

Eric's ears were buzzing, as if the whole world was collapsing.

His fingers loosened their grip on the phone weakly, letting it slide to the ground.

Alex's voice continued on the other end of the line, but she could no longer hear it clearly.

The words "You are just a discarded pawn" kept echoing in his mind, like countless sharp knives, stabbing into his heart.

He once trusted Alex so much and thought he was his only support.

But now, he finally understood that he was just a chess piece on his chessboard.

Once they lose their usefulness, they will be ruthlessly abandoned.

Tears silently slid down his cheeks and his body trembled slightly, as if he would fall down at any time.

He felt suffocated, as if the air around him had been sucked away.

His world completely collapsed at this moment, all his hopes were crushed, leaving only endless darkness and despair.

He curled up on the ground, hugging himself tightly with his hands, as if this could protect him from the biting cold.

His mind was blank, with only one thought left: he had been abandoned by everyone and no one would come to save him.

The sky outside the window was terribly gloomy, with dark clouds hanging low, as if they would pour down at any moment.

Eric looked out the window with empty eyes, with only endless hatred in his heart.

He knew that from this moment on, he would be on his own—if he could even hold on.

Eric curled up in a dark corner, tightly clutching a small bottle of colorless and odorless poison in his hand.

His eyes were empty and cold, as if all emotions had been drained away, leaving only endless hatred.

Those harsh words kept echoing in his mind - Alex's indifference, Casa's tyranny, and William's control.

And the betrayal of those he once trusted.

His heart had been torn apart, and all that remained was the desire for revenge.

He knew that he had no way out.

For him, this world has long lost all warmth and hope.

He no longer expected mercy from anyone, nor did he expect any salvation.

The only thing he could do was make those who had hurt him pay the price.

The Windsor family dinner was held as scheduled. The hall was brightly lit and the guests were chatting and laughing, as if everything was going well.

Eric stood in the corner of the kitchen, staring at the exquisite dishes with cold eyes.

His hands trembled slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

He took a deep breath and poured the poison into William's favorite soup while the chefs were not paying attention.

The William family was able to successfully host this banquet entirely thanks to Eric.

While hurting him, he also took advantage of his abilities.

Eric thought this was ridiculous, but it gave him a way to find a loophole.

He can use this opportunity to realize his plan.

The poison quickly dissolved in the soup, leaving no trace.

A sneer appeared on Eric's lips, and a hint of madness flashed in his eyes.

He knew that this would all be over soon.

After the dinner began, William sat in the main seat and talked with the guests calmly.

He picked up the bowl of soup and drank a few mouthfuls without any precautions.

Eric stood in the distance, staring at him intently, his heart beating fast.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment, and every second seemed like torture.

Not long after, William's face suddenly turned pale, and the spoon in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.

He covered his chest, his breathing became rapid, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. The guests panicked and the scene became chaotic in an instant.

"Quick! Call an ambulance!" someone shouted.

William's body twitched violently for a few times, and then he fell weakly into the chair, with a trace of black blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Eric stood in the crowd, watching all this coldly, without a ripple in his heart. His revenge had finally begun.

William was rushed to the hospital and the entire Windsor family was thrown into chaos.

Kasa's face was terribly gloomy. His eyes swept through the crowd and finally fixed on Eric.

His eyes were filled with murderous intent, like an enraged beast.

"You did it, didn't you?" Kasa's voice was low and cold, as if it came from hell.

Eric didn't answer, but just looked at him coldly, with that sneer still on his lips.

There was no fear in his eyes, only endless hatred.

Kasa rushed forward, grabbed Eric's neck and pressed him against the wall.

His force was so great that he almost crushed her neck, and his voice was filled with rage: "You bitch! How dare you attack my father! I will make you live a life worse than death!"

Eric's breathing became labored, his face gradually turning blue, but his eyes remained cold and resolute. He struggled to squeeze out a sentence: "You...you...all of you...deserve to die..."

A hint of madness flashed in Kasa's eyes, and he suddenly let go of his hand and threw Eric to the ground.

Then he drew a dagger from his waist, and the blade flashed coldly under the light.

He squatted down, the tip of the knife against Eric's neck, his voice low and cruel: "You think you can escape? I will make you suffer, and then die slowly."

Eric closed his eyes, the sneer still on his lips.

There was no fear in his heart, only a feeling of relief.

He knew that his revenge had been accomplished, and he had no regrets even if it cost him his life.

However, just as Kasa's blade was about to cut his throat, hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

Several policemen rushed in, pointing their guns at Casa.

"Drop your weapons! Let him go immediately!"

Kasa was stunned for a moment, then sneered, the blade in his hand still pressed tightly against Eric's neck.

His eyes were filled with madness and disdain: "You think you can stop me like this? She must die!"

Eric slowly opened his eyes and looked at the chaos in front of him, but there was no ripple in his heart.

He knew that no matter what the outcome, his hatred had been vented.

This world has long lost any meaning to him.