<b>chapter289 </b>
Larissa fell speechless, tears streaming down her face until she could only cry.
Cecilia’s voice turned icy. “I assume Ms. Wilburn would be willing to stay and care for him.”
“I…”
“Mr. Carlton would surely agree too, wouldn’t he?”
Cecilia asked Wesley with a hint of sarcasm.
He’d braved that torrential rain to search for Larissa–proof enough of the depth of their sibling bond.
Cecilia spoke bluntly.
Larissa’s tears streamed down as she snapped petntly, “You’re right. He got hurt because of me. I should take care of him. You can leave now.”
“Enough.”
Wesley’s voice cut through the air, low andmanding. “This doesn’t concern you.”
Larissa’s voice quivered. “Brother…”
Wesley ignored her, his dark eyes fixed solely on Cecilia. “Ci,e here.”
Cecilia remained rooted.
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07:43
Wesley turned to Johan. “Tako Larissa nway
Johan stepped forward, his gaze flickering toward Cecilia before pulling Larissa out.
Larissa struggled briefly, shouting back at Cecilia, “I’m his sister! It’s only natural he helps me! Stop looking at us like that–as if we’ve <b>done </b>you some great wrong…”
Her voice faded into the distance, swallowed by the hospital corridor.
Cecilia’s expression stayed frozen, distant as if observing strangers.
Wesley pushed himself up on his elbows, wincing. “Yesterday, when Larissa learned Corrine had returned to the Johnson family, she fought with Johan and ran off.”
He spoke haltingly, his pallor pronounced.
“She was devastated… overwhelmed. That’s why she called me.
His eyes met Cecilia’s, weary but resolute. “She’s my sister. I couldn’t abandon her.”
Cecilia walked to the bedside, looking at Wesley’s pale face. Several scrapes marked his skin, leaving him disheveled.
But what did these injuries have to do with her?
“Wesley, she’s your sister. You risked your life saving her–that’s your choice. But you shouldn’t have called me to care for her when something happened, should you?”
She stated the facts calmly.
Not even her tone wavered.
<b>0743 </b>
“Ci, <b>I’m </b>sorry.”
Fear still gripped Wesley’s heart.
When the car skidded, Cecilia’s image flooded his mind. <b>He’d </b><b>thought </b>if he died today, what would be of Cecilia?
What would happen to their child?
Thankfully, heaven spared him–his car only overturned.
Relief washed over him now.
His gaze softened as he watched her silently.
“Wesley.”
Cecilia let out a bitterugh, crossing her arms. “You’re not wrong. She’s your sister, your most important person. The baby and I? Just your distraction.”
Something to amuse yourself with before tossing aside.
Wesley reached for her hand. “I truly know I was wrong, Ci. I swear I’ll be more careful.”
Cecilia avoided his touch. “This doesn’t concern me, Wesley. You know I’m done expecting anything from you.”
She nced at her phone, “Got work at the studio. I’m heading out.”
She left without a backward nce.
Wesley’s raised hand dropped to his side, his chest tightening with a dull ache.
He truly knew he was wrong now.
Cecilia <b>stood </b><b>in </b><b>the </b><b>hallway</b>, forcing <b>back </b>the <b>stinging </b>tears in her
Even if Wesley died for Larissa’s sake, it was his own choice. He deserved it.
But still, a deep ache settled in her heart.
Wesley kept chanting about reconciliation, swearing to put her and their child first. Yet for Larissa, he’d driven out into the raging storm.
Larissa would alwayse first in his heart.
Apologies? What a joke.
She turned towards the elevator just as its doors slid open, releasing a cacophony of furious shouts and desperate pleas.
Amelia had Larissa by the hair, dragging her bodily out of the elevator. “You little slut! Married and still can’t keep your legs closed? You got Wesley into that car crash, and you dare show your face? Today, I’m going to teach you a lesson you won’t forget!”
Amelia was ready to settle old scores and new grudges.
She’d spent years guarding against Brendon’s illegitimate children, never imagining such arge one had slipped through the.
And before she could even vent her fury, Larissa had found protection with Chu Yue, that meddlesome sister–inw who’d married out.
Until this very day, she’d had no chance to make Larissa pay.
Now Larissa had fallen into her hands, and she showed no mercy.
“Auntie, Auntie, I admit I was wrong.”
Larissa shielded her scalp, <b>stumbling </b>as she <b>was </b>dragged pleading <b>desperately </b>
“Wrong<b>? </b>
You probably don’t even know how to spell ‘wrong‘, Larissa.”
Amelia yanked Larissa and shoved her hard against the wall.
p! p! Two crisp strikes echoed.
The blows left Larissa temporarily deafened.
Cecilia watched with keen interest, abandoning any thought of leaving.
People from the elevator rushed out.
“Sister–inw, stop this!”
Yvette rushed to intervene but was pushed aside by Amelia, staggering and nearly falling.
Fuming, she spat, “Amelia, look at yourself! Where’s the noble grace of Mrs. Carlton? You’re nothing but a shrew!”
“A shrew!”