Chapter 11
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Just as I exhaled in relief after Lucas left, Sophia's voice came from behind me.
She'd followed me out, holding a cup of coffee—like seeing the sun rise in the west.
"Have a drink, sis." She offered me the coffee.
The first time in years she'd called me sister, offering unsolicited kindness—she definitely had ulterior motives. I stared coldly, not taking it. For all I knew, it was drugged, and I'd end up in a hospital bed like Gregory.
Seeing my wariness, she awkwardly lowered her hand. "I know it was that man who pushed Gregory. If you agree to one condition, I can let him off the hook."
She thought she could use Lucas to threaten me.
"Then call the police." I turned to leave.
"Sister! That's not what I meant!" She grabbed my wrist, her voice breaking. "I came... to apologize."
I stopped, turning back in surprise.
The woman before me was completely different from the screaming banshee of moments ago. Her hair was still disheveled, her eyes red-rimmed with tears, but her emotions seemed genuinely calmer—even carrying a strange sort of... humility?
"I only realized how much I love Gregory when I saw him lying there..." Her tears flowed freely. "I'm afraid he'll never wake up, afraid of losing him... Sister, I know I was wrong..."
"Apology received. If that's all, I'm leaving." I cut off her tearful confession, having zero interest in her feelings for that scumbag.
Unexpectedly, with a thud, Sophia dropped to her knees before me!
"Sister! I was wrong! I know Gregory's been chasing after you! But I truly love him!" She looked up, face streaked with tears, all arrogance gone. "Please, let Gregory be with me! I'll never take anything from you again! I'll return everything! I'll give you anything! Just let me have him!"
Looking down at her, I felt only absurdity and irony. What love potion had Gregory given her to make my sister—who'd always taken my things as her birthright—now grovel so pathetically?
Things were getting interesting. I pretended to be moved by her "sincerity" and bent to help her up. "Sophia, please get up... what are you doing..."
I matched her tone with false sincerity: "We're sisters after all. Of course I want you both to be happy. But... about keeping your promise—you mean it, right?"
"Yes! Yes! I'll have a contract drafted immediately. The company shares, the apartment Dad gave me... all yours..." She grabbed at the lifeline, making hasty promises, already reaching for her phone.
"Not giving," I interrupted, cupping her face in my hands. My thumbs gently wiped her tears while my sharp nails hovered dangerously close to her eyes, a millimeter from piercing them.
I watched her pupils contract with fear as I enunciated each word: "It's 'returning' to me."
She nodded frantically. I wore a mask of compassion, but inside I was laughing coldly.
Gregory Grant. Who knew you'd actually be useful for something.
Otherwise, I'd have thought I'd made wedding clothes for you two "star-crossed lovers" completely in vain.
