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    Sandra’s eyes shed with barely contained fury as she regarded Brenna and Ethan, her resentment bubbling beneath the surface. To her, they were insufferable, poking their noses into affairs that didn’t concern them. What was worse, they seemed to revel in their own bliss while begrudging anyone else a sliver of happiness.


    Such people were, quite frankly, maddening.


    Initially, Sandra had held Brenna in high regard, thinking she was a kind person. But now, she disliked Brenna.


    It seemed to her that no one wanted her to be happy.


    Yet a lingering gratitude toward Brenna held Sandra’s tongue in check. Brenna had been the first Harper to extend a hand of warmth to her, and for that alone, Sandra refrained from saying anything harsh.


    The urge to snap, “Keep your nose out of my business,” surged within her, but she swallowed it down at thest second.


    Brenna, observing Sandra’s defiant posture and her fierce loyalty to Andres, felt a pang of frustration.


    Truth be told, she wasn’t one to meddle. Under normal circumstances, she would have turned a blind eye to Sandra’s potential heartbreak at Andres’s hands.


    What did it matter to her if Andres yed Sandra for a fool?


    But a thread of shared history tethered Brenna to Sandra,pelling her to speak when she would rather have stayed silent. However, now, she didn’t want to care about this anymore.


    Her expression hardened, her voice cutting like a de. “If you’re so set on defending Andres, I won’t say anything. If you believe Andres is a good man, then so be it.”


    Sandra caught the anger carved into Brenna’s features, and a flicker of unease stirred in her chest.


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    Still, to shield herself from future meddling from her family, she offered no apology.


    Ethan, sensing Brenna’s ire, couldn’t help but see Sandra as ungrateful. Never one for sugarcoating, he spoke inly. “If you won’t heed your sister’s advice now, don’te crying to us when Andres leaves you heartbroken. We won’t say another word about your rtionship with him from now on.” With a dismissive wave, he added, “Step aside. Your presence is grating.”


    Sandra’s cheeks burned with humiliation.


    Theirck of respect for her, especially in front of Andres, cut deep. “You’ll see,” she dered. “I’ll find my happiness sooner orter.”


    Brenna’s lips curled into a cold smile. “Then I wish you all the happiness in the world,” she said.


    Sandra felt the hollowness of Brenna’s blessing, her heart brimming with unspoken retorts. But this was neither the time nor the ce for that—she would save her words for home.


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