Chapter 427 The Line That Cannot Be Crossed


    Chapter 427 The Line That Cannot Be Crossed


    The driver was at a loss for words.


    So… that didn’t <i>work </i>either?


    He’d served the Reed family for years and knew well how ugly things had gotten between them and Ste.


    All because of a foster daughter, they’d hurt their own blood to the core.


    Now they came asking for help with Susan’s crisis? Of course Ste wasn’t going to answer.


    <b>+5 </b>Free Coins


    Inside the warmth of Seats Cove.


    When the butler got another call about Jonathan, his patience snapped: “Next time anyone from the Reed family calls, don’t bother telling me. Just turn them away.”


    No matter how “important” the message.


    He hung up before the other party could get another word in.


    Ste heard the exchange but said nothing, quietly eating her breakfast.


    Clearly, she was pleased with the way the butler handled it.


    “Ms. Ste,” the butler stepped forward.


    Ste set her spoon down lightly. “No need to exin.”


    She knew. This was Abraham’s doing–he wouldn’t allow the Reed family even the faintest glimmer of hope.


    And Ste had no intention of giving it to them either.


    She wasn’t their savior.


    The butler exhaled in relief. They’d been worried–after all, the Reed family was her biological blood. They feared she might soften.


    But little did they know…


    The only people Ste truly cared about were those from the Dawson family, and some of the elders from the Luke family.


    She cared for <i>everyone</i>–except the very people tied to her by blood. The Reed family held no space in her heart, and never would again.


    Her phone buzzed again.


    It was Marie.


    Ste answered sweetly, “Marie!”


    “When are youing back to Falvaria?”


    “If all goes well, today,” she replied, her voice obedient and soft.


    Marie nearly melted from the tone. “You’d better hurry. I’ve designed a few wedding dresses for you–you need toe try them on.”


    <i>Wedding </i><i>dresses</i>.


    Who would’ve thought someone as fierce and tomboyish as Marie could design such elegant, delicate gowns?


    Thest time Ste had visited that bridal shop before her wedding with Ethan, it wasn’t because of him–it was because she recognized Marie’s work.


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    Chapter 427 The Line That Cannot Be Crossed


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    Thankfully, the dress she destroyed hadn’t been Marie’s. Otherwise, she’d have had to crawl back in disgrace and beg for forgiveness.


    Ste muttered under her breath, “Well, I’m obviously going back with Mr. Abraham.”


    Where he went, she went. They’d been apart for far too long. Now that they were finally together, she wasn’t letting him out of her sight.


    Marie teased, “Still calling him Mr. Abraham, huh?”


    Fine<i>, </i><i>fine</i><i>. </i>


    Ste corrected herself, blushing, “We were separated for too long. It’s only natural I’d stick to him now.”


    “Ooh. Your darling Abraham! That rolled off your tongue way too easily.”


    Ste’s cheeks turned pink. “I’m not talking to you anymore.”


    Marie pounced, “You two are actually together, huh?”


    She already knew. She’d known the moment it happened–Abraham’s people weren’t exactly discreet. But she was having too much fun teasing Ste.


    “You’re way too easy to win over. Good thing it was him. If it were some yellow–haired punk, I’d have shaved his head.”


    “Then go shave Abraham’s.”


    Marie deadpanned, “Do I look suicidal?”


    She wouldn’t even dare look at whoever dared steal Ste’s heart–let alone challenge Abraham himself.


    Ste huffed shyly, “I’m not talking to you.”


    Marieughed. “So what do I call you now? Sis? Or <i>sister</i><i>–</i><i>in</i><i>–</iw?”


    “You’re ruthless, Ste. I’ve protected you like a sister, and now you’re out here stealing my future brother–inw slot.”


    Ste couldn’t let her continue–she hung up.


    Only after hanging up did it hit her.


    <i>Wait</i>, wasn’t <i>Marie </i><i>supposed </i><i>to </i><i>be </i><i>flying </i>to <i>Frapucu</i><i>? </i><i>Why’s </i><i>she </i><i>asking </i><i>when </i>I’m <i>heading </i><i>back </i>to <i>Falvaria</i><i>? </i>


    Had shee back early?


    Now that she thought about it… Derrick had gone back too.


    Ste’s mood soured.


    <i>That </i><i>jerk</i><i>. </i>How <i>dare </i><i>he </i><i>go </i>


    <i>back</i><i>? </i>


    What gave him the right?


    Just as her irritation was about to boil over, Rianne called again.


    “Ste! You need to send another car.”


    “Huh?<b>” </b>


    “Your tow truck dragged my car right off the road with <i>yours</i>. It’s stuck too!”