To pave the way for Florence, he had humiliated me at my father’s funeral. Now, he had cost my mother her life. Having finally gotten what he wanted, who was he pretending for now?
"Don't worry, I'm not that unreasonable. I won’t interfere in the Granville Family's business. I was just on my way to the hospital and stopped by to see you. Since you're busy, I'll get going."
He let out a sigh of relief and personally walked me downstairs to see me off.
But on the way to the hospital, my phone rang. It was the doctor. He told me that my mother had just taken her last breath.
I slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a sudden stop by the roadside. Anger and disappointment tangled together in my chest, surging uncontrollably.
After a long struggle, I turned the car around and headed back to the Thornton Family home to pack up my mother’s belongings.
Just as I finished sorting through the boxes, Florence suddenly appeared before me.
She kicked over the box, sending my mother’s belongings scattering across the floor.
Florence laughed even more arrogantly. "Hazel, after all these years, you’re still just as useless. You couldn’t protect your mother, you couldn’t hold onto the Thornton Family’s business and even the two men you once loved are paving the way for me. You’re nothing but a joke!"
Fury ignited within me and I could no longer hold back. I slapped her across the face. I didn’t even use much force, yet she fell straight down the steps.
The lunchbox in her hands slipped, spilling hot soup all over her face.
I stood there in shock, unable to react. Before I could process what had happened, a figure suddenly rushed forward and shoved me harshly to the ground.
Florence was cradled protectively in his arms.
Edward's gaze burned with fury as he glared at me. "What are you doing? Are you crazy? Florence was just being kind, bringing porridge for Mom. Why did you have to hit her? She's your own sister!"
His eyes were bloodshot, completely devoid of the affection he once had for me.
I curled my lips into a cold smile and slowly got up. "My sister? Does she even deserve that title?"
"Why did my mother fall ill? What about the video from the funeral? Edward, don’t you think you owe me an explanation? What right do you have to question me?" I sneered.