“Come on, sit down. Your favorite dishes will be gone if you wait—don’t expect me to pack them for you.”
Chloe stuck out her tongue playfully at the camera.
“My brother is like this—tough on the outside but soft-hearted. Still, he’s the best person in the world to me.”
When the livestream ended, Sarah slammed the table in fury.
“This is what he calls keeping things clean? And you’ve put up with this for five years?”
“Rachel, you could qualify as a ninja with how much you endure!”
I let out a self-mocking laugh. I never wanted to tolerate it, but what choice did I have?
I had asked Jason before to send Chloe away from the Miller family, but every time, he slammed the table and glared coldly.
“She’s my sister. How many times do I have to explain it?”
What began as three days of cold war turned into three months.
I loved him too much to let go. And so, I deceived myself—until today, when I was left to choke on the bitter fruit.
Victor handed me a document.
“This is my personal attorney. I’ve already told him about your situation. He can help.”
“Stay at the Hughes family mansion for now, so those lunatics can’t get to you.”
As I reached for the file, his hand pressed gently over mine, his voice soft enough to melt stone.
“Rachel, don’t fight so hard alone. I’ve always been here for you.”
Sarah let out a teasing squeal and shot me a wink.
I gave Victor a grateful nod.
Two days later, Jason arranged for Emily’s family to stay in a Miller-owned hotel.
On the day of the trial, the entire internet was in an uproar. No fewer than ten cameras were pointed straight at me.
