Chapter 7
In his world, the concept of self–reflection seemed to be completely nonexistent.
“How could a scheming girl like you be worthy of marrying me!”
So he knew everything that happened that day. He was just pretending not to know.
“How can you even compare yourself to Beatrice? Beatrice is the biological daughter of the Layton family, while you’re just an adopted child. I was only playing around with you–how could I actually marry you?”
Isabella’s face instantly turned ashen.
Isabella was a child my parents adopted. This had always been an unmentionable secret in our Layton family. My parents treated her like their own biological daughter.
But she always wanted to compete with me for their affection, even going so far as to compete with me for men.
Yet my parents continued to dote on her, and I always gave in to her.
Now, having her identity exposed in front of everyone, the pointing and whispering from the crowd pierced Isabella’s heart like sharp blades.
“Ty not adopted, I’m not!”
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yourself—your appearance, education, upbringing–which part of you resembles a biological daughter of the Layton family?”
“You’re not even worthy of carrying your sister’s shoes, yet you want to marry me.”
While they continued their heated argument, I turned around, preparing to leave.
George stepped forward and grabbed my wrist. “Beatrice, don’t go. You saw it yourself—I’ve made everything clear to her. There won’t be any more entanglements. Please rest assured and give me another chance, okay?”
I pulled my hand free.
“Mr. Chapman, please conduct yourself with dignity. I’ll soon be your sister–in–law.”
“Perhaps Mr. Chapman believes he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and can have whatever he wants.”
“But there’s one thing Mr. Chapman will never be able to obtain.”
George urgently asked what it was.
“A pill for regret. There’s no such thing as a pill for regret in this world.”
I looked around and raised my voice.
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George tried to persist, but I forcefully broke free and returned to the house, shutting the door tightly and forbidding anyone from opening it to let him in.
After a long while, the housekeeper came in to tell me he had left.
Isabella had followed him.
But when they reached the Chapman house, George wouldn’t let her in.
“Right now, your father is in his study scolding her.”
I simply nodded indifferently, feeling that none of this had anything to do with me.
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