The next day, my younger brother insisted on going to the hospital to visit mom.

　　But I knew he must have had something bad in mind.

　　My brother sat at the dining table and gulped down his soup noisily.

　　Meanwhile, my grandmother squatted down below, trimming his toenails.

　　"Oh, my grandson's feet are so good-looking..." Grandma praised.

　　Unexpectedly, my brother kicked Grandma in the stomach.

　　Grandma grimaced in pain, but I wanted to stop him.

　　She endured the pain and said, "Little Jie's feet are so powerful.

　　He will definitely achieve great things in the future..." I was speechless.

　　My brother was already thirteen years old, yet he still needed Grandma to dress him, feed him, and even put on his socks.

　　I stared at his face, which resembled mine to some extent, and saying that there was no hesitation would be impossible.

　　After all, he was my blood-related younger brother.

　　Once I sent him to northern Myanmar, there would be no turning back.

　　He would never come back.

　　But my hesitation was dispelled by my brother's next action.

　　"You bitch, what are you looking at? Do you believe I'll kill you?" He said viciously towards me.

　　I wasn't angry and calmly looked at him.

　　Because I knew that the person in front of me wasn't my brother.

　　He was a dirty beast.

　　And beasts should be skinned, bones removed, and thrown into the cremator.