Dolores Frieman and Rachel Barton headed towards the bus stop.
Rachel Barton gazed at the bus stop sign.
The look in her eyes was indescribable.
Dolores had continually claid to treat her as a bona fide sister, but now, suffering from illness, Dolores could not even bear the expense of a taxi.
She was just like Delia Frieman.
Absolute hypocrisy.
At the ti of Delia's arrival to Capital City, she had indeed been sowhat decent towards Rachel, even speaking of buying her a house.
Now what?
Does Delia even rember her assurance?
The thought itself was laughable.
The bus was crowded.
Rachel was already feeling unwell, the crowded bus, with its thin air, only made her discomfort worse.
While a half-hour drive was all it took, the bus jolted and jarred for over an hour.
Once back ho, Dolores made Rachel a cup of brown sugar water, "Rachel, have so brown sugar water first to help warm you up. If you're still not feeling well, tell Delia, and she will take you to the hospital."
Brown sugar water?
Was that water so magical elixir?
Didn't she believe that drinking it would cure her?
It was clear.
Dolores, bothered about spending money, didn't want to take Rachel to the hospital.
"I can't drink it," Rachel refused outright. "I'll go rest."
"You should try to drink at least a bit; this brown sugar water is nourishing."
Rachel didn't reply anymore and turned away.
Watching Rachel's retreating figure, Dolores sighed lightly.
If Rachel wouldn't drink, Dolores decided to finish it.
She simply couldn't afford to waste it.
She'd always managed her expenses scrupulously.
After sleeping for three hours in her room, Rachel erged, feeling sowhat hungry. She planned to search for so food in the kitchen.
The bowl of brown sugar water was already empty.
Clearly, Dolores drank it.
"Hmph."
Rachel chuckled coldly.
This pair of sisters were indeed alike, hypocritical and cold-hearted.
She regretted why she ever brought these two ungrateful and vicious individuals to Capital City.
If not for Dolores and Delia, she wouldn't be where she was now.
On the other side.
Inside the office of Li Corporation.
Delia Frieman was seated at her desk, frowning slightly upon reading a ssage from Noah Reed.
She never expected Rachel to reach out to Mrs. Price.
[Sister, Rachel is a classic ungrateful and vicious individual; she's completely heartless now.]
[You have to be extra wary of her.]
Soon after.
Noah sent over a photo.
It was a photo of Rachel seated in a cafe.
And Mrs. Price, was seated right across her.
Delia quickly recognized it, that was the cafe on People's Road.
No wonder.
No wonder today soone called to inform her that Rachel was in a terrible ntal state.
Mrs. Price was aware of her situation.
If Rachel was looking to complain again, she most definitely would not be t with a positive response.
So, Rachel couldn't handle this setback...
Delia was truly heartbroken.
She never knew when Rachel had turned out to be this way.
The old Rachel was never like this.
Delia's earlier life was bleak; she didn't have a good education, never turned out to be a good person, so she set all her hopes in the world for her sister Rachel.
She hoped for Rachel to study well, to go for a master's or a PhD, she would financially support her throughout.
But what about Rachel now?
Thinking about it, Delia let out a sigh.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never believe that the sister she loved the most could do this to her.
"Sister, don't feel too upset. It's not worth it to be heartbroken over such things." Without realizing, Noah had entered.
Delia looked up, "When did you get here?"
"Just now," replied Noah. "I told you about this, not to break your heart, but to remind you to be on guard against Rachel. Rachel is a dark soul. She cannot bear to see you live a better life."
"Alright," Delia nodded, "I understand."
Noah decided to not explore further about Rachel, and quickly changed the subject, "Sister, are you ready? "
"Ready for what?" Delia asked.
Noah answered with a smile, "To et the parents together!"
As he finished, Noah continued, "Sister, you don't need to be nervous. My mom, your future mother-in-law, is very amicable, and most importantly, she wholeheartedly approves of you as her future daughter-in-law, so you don't need to worry."
Delia asked, "What does Auntie generally like?"
"My mother is looking forward to getting married and having children soon, so she can have grandchildren. You don't need to prepare anything, just go with !"
Delia laughed, "That's hardly well-mannered."
"What's not polite about that? My mom said, look up to marry a girl, bow your head to marry a wife." Noah sat next to Delia, "Girls should dignify themselves, the rest, leave it to us n."
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