RankNovelChapter 176 This time, Irene finally turned her gaze toward him, but her eyes were filled with nothing but contempt and hatred.
She wanted to tell him to get out, but she couldn't move or speak. All she could do was glare at him with eyes full of loathing.
Brian, however, simply acted as if she were throwing a childish tantrum. He gently patted her head and coaxed, "Con, Irene, don't be like this, okay?" "Your body hasn't fully recovered yet, and getting upset isn't good for you." He knew she didn't want to hear any of this, yet he continued to speak.
Irene felt a surge of anger rushing to her head.
Get out, just get out- She screamed silently in her mind.
Irene hated it-hated Brian's blindness, his inability to see the truth, and hated her own helplessness.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHer eyes blazed with fury, as if she wanted to incinerate the brother who had so thoroughly disappointed her. Brian, feeling uncomfortable under her hateful gaze, looked away and pretended to busy himself with the items on the bedside table. He kept on murmuring, "Once you're a bit better, I'll take you abroad. It will be better for your recovery." Every word he spoke felt like salt being rubbed into Irene's wounds.
Go abroad? Her mind was consumed with thoughts of revealing the truth, of clearing Claire's name, and ensuring Vanessa faced justice. Yet here he was, thinking of sending her away.
Irene's chest heaved with every breath, each one seething with fury.
She fixed her gaze on Brian, finding his face repugnant, wishing she could tear it apart.
Summoning all her strength, her throat felt like it was on fire, and she managed to choke out a single word.
"Out!" Brian was taken aback, not expecting such anger from his sister.
A trace of surprise flickered in his eyes, followed by a sigh.
"Irene, you're grown up now. It's tto be sensible." His patronizing tone only fueled Irene's anger, intensifying it like gasoline poured on flames.
Her hands instinctively clenched the bedsheets, though her strength was minimal, the hatred made her knuckles turn white.
Her lips trembled as she struggled to speak more, but all she could muster was heavy breathing.
Brian remained oblivious to Irene's emotional brink, continuing his endless chatter.
"Vanessa grew up with you, and you've been spoiled since childhood. She's the only one who stuck by you as a friend, and I don't want you to lose her." "Besides, I trust Vanessa. What happened back then wasn't intentional, I'm sure she regrets it. Let's not dig it up again, okay?" "You two are best friends, don't you know how pure and kind Vanessa is?" Each word from Brian was like a dull knife, cutting repeatedly at Irene's heart.
Her eyes filled with disbelief as she stared at Brian, as if he were a stranger.
In her heart, she screamed, what best friend? That woman turnedinto a living ghost, sent Claire to jail, and yet you call her a friend? Vanessa, pure and kind? Ha! That was the most ridiculous thing she'd ever heard.
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Had she not overheard the her father at conversation between Vanessa and the stairwell that day, she might have continued believing in Vanessa's goodness. It was because she stumbled upon their secret that she bectheir victim.
The irony was that Adah and Ethan, those fools, kept defending Vanessa, hurting their own daughter and sister in the process.
One day, Adah and Ethan would regret their stupid choices, and it would haunt them for the rest of their lives.
Karma.
It's all karma.
Watching Brian, so brainwashed and unable to distinguish right from m wrong, Irene's breathing becmore rapid. She felt as though an invisible hand was gripping her throat, suffocating her.
Her vision blurred, the room spun, and as she failed to catch her breath, her head slumped to the side. Brian had, quite literally, talked her into unconsciousness.
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