28: Public Outcry

"How did you get hurt? It looks awful." One side of his lips was cut and a purple bruise had started to emerge. From the corner of my eyes, I saw him hissing in pain when he took a bite earlier.

I was astonished when none of the Fernandez family asked about this as if it were a norm for them to see him like this.

What if he was involved in some underground fighting or something!?

"...By any chance, you aren't involved with the drug lords, right? Do–"

Derrick, who was almost done, glanced at me and made a loud clinking noise with the cutlery as he put them down.

CLANK!

"Don't poke your nose into our family and manage yours. Oh, wait. You don't have one."

What? That was so out of the blue.

"Excuse me–" My mouth was gaped open.

My words did not reach him for he continued. This time, his voice was harsh.

"How many times are you gonna stop by? We told you we don't want you here. Don't you get it or do you pretend to be blind? You're not needed. We're not your family, so f*cking sto