Chapter 519

Naomi was nine when she first met Quentin. Her mother, Mary, had held her hand and smiled at her when she said, "This is your brother. You can call him Quentin." Naomi looked up at the tall teenage boy who was so much taller than she was. She pursed her lips and obediently greeted him. "Quentin." However, Quentin did not appreciate the gesture. He turned to look at Naomi with blatant mockery and disdain. Scoffing, he said, "I'm not your brother." Naomi looked at Mary pitifully and said, "Mom, he doesn't like me." Mary smiled awkwardly, while Quentin's father, Benjamin, turned to glare at Quentin. "Quentin, she's your sister, Naomi. We'll be one big family from now on." "I don't want a sister! This is my house! Get out of my house! My mom only has one child, and that child is me! I don't have a sister!" Quentin said as he yanked Naomi's braid, his face red from anger. "Quentin, what are you doing! Let go of her!" Benjamin roared. Naomi immediately cried out in pain from havin