Chapter 575 No Mercy for the Fallen

"That's enough. Didn't you blame Demi too?" Harold asked, frowning. "That was before I knew who she really was!" Robert shot back, looking at Harold. "You obviously knew Demi's real identity but still decided to treat her that way. Honestly, I feel ashamed to even be part of this family. Every time I think about what you all did, it makes my skin crawl. It's disgusting." Robert stared straight ahead as he spoke, a cold, mocking smile playing on his lips. He didn't raise his voice, but the impact of his words hit Harold and Michelle like a brick. "What the hell's your problem?" Harold's brows furrowed deeper. "Pull over. I'm not going back to that house," Robert said, his voice ice-cold. "Quit the drama. Things are already messy enough," Harold said, glaring at him. "I said—pull over!" Robert slammed his fist against the window. Everyone else in the car jumped. Harold yanked the wheel and stopped at the curb. "Fine. Get out," Harold growled, waving him off in frustration. "