There was an ear-splitting bang as the bullet embedded itself inches before Jacob's foot, making the man jump back in fear.

"H—how could you pull the trigger on me?" Jacob cried, outraged. He never expected Natasha to be the type to do something like that to her elder. If the bullet's trajectory had been slightly off the mark, he would've lost his foot!

"You better not mess around, Uncle Jacob." Natasha threatened frostily.

"How dare you!" Trent roared. "Natasha Harmon, he is your uncle! You'd be disgracing our family if you had hurt him just now!"

"I don't want to hurt anyone, so you better not force me to," Natasha responded unrelentingly.

"Y—you bastard! Do you intend to betray your family for that boy?" Trent was furious.

The Harmon family had always lived by a rule—nothing mattered more than the family's interests, which meant that they could sacrifice anyone if it meant saving their family. Therefore, Natasha's contradictory actions were seen as a sign of disloyalty.

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