Turning to face Sonny, Destinee issued her directive with a determined glint in her eye.
âUncle Sonny, letâs get going.
Iâve already prepared a maidâs skirt for you.
And for added visual flair, Iâve even arranged a wig.
The camera is ready whenever you are!â
Sonny stood there, slack-jawed and utterly dumbfounded by Destineeâs unexpected statement.
Feeling a chill run down his spine, Sonny acted swiftly, dragging Kyson down with him.
âYouâre incredibly considerate, Destinee,â Sonny managed to say, his voice strained with forced enthusiasm.
âI wonât disappoint you.
But I canât possibly enjoy such a splendid occasion alone.
â
Noticing the meaningful glance from Sonny, Kysonâs apprehension grew, a sinking feeling settling in the pit of his stomach.
Sonnyâs accusation hit Kyson like a bolt of lightning, leaving him momentarily stunned.
âKyson, stop pretending.
Take off the cast.
Iâve known for a while that youâve been faking your injury.
I just havenât confronted you about it until now.
But I canât bear to deceive Destinee any longer.
Itâs time to come clean.
Hurry up.
â
âDeceive me?â With her head tilted slightly to one side, Destinee fixed her unwavering gaze upon Kyson, her eyes locking onto his without blinking, silently demanding the truth.
Kysonâs throat tightened as he swallowed nervously, but he remained silent, unable to muster a response in the face of Destineeâs penetrating stare.
Sonny located a small hammer and proceeded to remove the cast encasing Kysonâs leg, his actions swift and determined, revealing the truth behind Kysonâs supposed serious injury.
âKyson, you were gloating, werenât you? Iâll drag you down with me!â
Sonnyâs voice was resolute as he addressed Kyson, his words laced with a hint of defiance.
He brandished the hammer in his hand and struck a spot on Kysonâs knee with measured force, the sound echoing in the tense silence of the room.
Sonnyâs precision was remarkable, and the impact of the strike caused Kysonâs left leg to convulse uncontrollably, a wave of pain shooting through his body.
âWell, well,â Sonny remarked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
âNice leg.
Straight and muscular.
And those hairs are rather fetching.
So, whereâs the fracture?â His words dripped with irony as he challenged Kyson to explain the absence of any injury.
Kyson remained silent.
His expression darkened as he pressed his Lips into a tight line, the corners of his mouth downturned in a grimace of discomfort and shame.
âWhat?â Destineeâs surprise was evident as she reached out and grabbed Kysonâs left leg, inspecting it closely.
âYouâre healed?â she exclaimed, her voice tinged with disbelief as she searched for any signs of injury.
Kyson managed to force a smile, his attempt at humor falling somewhat flat.
âI didnât feel anything at first, but after his hit, who knows? Itâs healed,â he admitted with a wry chuckle.
âHe should be a doctor with those amazing skills,â he added, trying to lighten the mood despite the awkwardness of the situation.
With his chin held high, Sonny exuded an air of pride, standing in a casual stance.
He even used the hammer to pound his shoulders from time to time, his movements confident and assertive.
Since he was going to face humiliation, he had to make Kyson do it with him.
Since Kyson didnât support him, Sonny felt no qualms about dragging Kyson down with him.
They would weather the storm together, getting drenched in the rain as they faced the consequences of their actions side by side.
Destineeâs excitement bubbled over as she clapped her hands eagerly.
âThatâs fantastic! Kyson, since youâre healed, you can wear a skirt too.
Letâs go! I canât wait to see both of you in skirts today!â Her enthusiasm was contagious as she urged them into action.
Kyson was rendered speechless by Destineeâs insistence.
With little resistance, he allowed himself to be pulled out of bed, the cast on his right arm removed without protest.
Silently, he followed Destinee out of the Shaw familyâs home, resigned to his fate.
In the car on the way to the lab, Destinee settled into the back seat, sandwiched between Kyson on her left and Sonny on her right, her hands firmly clasping theirs in a gesture of solidarity.