My Brother's Golden Bracelet Chapter 2

My brother mumbled, "I wish I had a sister. If I had a sister, I'd never pick on her." He begrudgingly took the phone I handed him, looked at it for three seconds, and then all the hairs on his body stood on end. He quickly stammered, "Sis, sis, this is definitely a misunderstanding."

I watched him with a mocking smirk. "Oh? How so?" He hemmed and hawed for a long time, then carefully placed the phone on the coffee table, forcing a chuckle. "Sis, sis, don't get mad first. I'll ask Savannah what's going on."

I rotated my wrist. "You'd better get to the bottom of it fast. You know I don't have much patience." My brother nodded, then bolted as if fleeing for his life.

I curled up on the sofa, growing angrier the more I thought about it. Both my parents were workaholics. Liam, you could say, I raised him from childhood. He was a difficult child, causing endless trouble from a young age. Every time, I was the one cleaning up his messes. During his rebellious phase, he defied them in every way. My parents tried to rein him in but found they couldn't. Finally, left with no choice, I, a fresh college student, took three months off. With sheer sibling dominance, I disciplined him until he was perfectly obedient. Until he cried, begging me, "Sis, please go back to school. I really know I was wrong."

My mom sometimes brings up those days, shaking her head. "To see you, such a small person, with such incredible strength. You literally beat six-foot-tall Liam until he cried for mercy." Liam would chime in, "You guys just talk about it, but she really hit, hit to kill, like she didn't care if she killed me."

From then on, I discovered that reasoning with Liam was useless; only brute force worked. In the entire family, this kid feared nothing and no one, except me. Whenever he acted like a jerk, if my parents just said, "I'll tell your sister," he'd instantly turn into a sweet little angel.

I hit him, but I was also truly good to him. I made sure he had all the gaming equipment, sports gear, and electronics a boy could want. When he graduated college and said he wasn't ready to enter society, I defied my parents' pressure and paid for him to travel for a year. His job was too far from home, so I gave him my brand-new, tens-of-thousands-of-dollars car to drive, taking the subway to work myself.

Finally, this kid grew up, wised up. He proactively used his bonus to buy me a gold bracelet. I felt like a diligent old farmer, toiling for decades, finally seeing the fruits of my harvest. And now, I was being cursed at, called a shameless old hag? Forget Liam giving me a gold bracelet; given all I've done for him over the years, I'd deserve a whole apartment if he gave it to me.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I grabbed my phone and called my childhood friend: "Help me look someone up. Savannah Jenkins, Liam's girlfriend..."