Chapter 93 : We Really Talked Blindly Back Then
At this very mont, Vivian’s feelings were extrely complicated. She did not even know what identity she should use to face her. Although she wanted to acknowledge it, the stubbornness buried in her bones left her tangled in hesitation.
Why… she had clearly resolved to sever all ties, yet at the mont of reunion she could not bring herself to be ruthless no matter what.
There was a saying: when one hesitates to cut, one will inevitably suffer chaos. Perhaps only that sentence could reflect Vivian’s current state.
She even began to doubt herself. Since when had she beco so weak? Should she not have made it clear she would end this disgusting entanglent and stubbornly persisted until the end?
Yet… she did not want to admit it, but she could not let go either… so annoying, truly annoying. Why did she have to appear precisely after she had grown used to life without her…
Vivian sank deeper and deeper. Her shoulders continued trembling uncontrollably, and tears completely broke past the boundary. Taking advantage of the handkerchief covering her face, they dripped onto the ornate evening dress.
Beside her, Baifuli felt both helpless and sorrowful. The last ti she had seen her sister cry like this had been at their mother’s funeral.
Vivian had only been nine years old then. Now she was grown, yet still the sa as before. That was not good news.
And what made Baifuli feel even guiltier was that the culprit was herself.
Seeing things could not continue this way, Baifuli stopped wiping the corners of her eyes and instead pulled her entirely into an embrace, letting her lean into her chest.
Vivian stiffened at first and struggled symbolically, but soon gave up resisting.
As though she had finally found support, her whole body relaxed. The small figure obediently curled into her sister’s arms, muffled sobs escaping, occasionally trembling sharply from hiccuping cries.
Baifuli gently patted her back, like smoothing the fur of a puffed-up kitten. Only with her sister did she reveal such tenderness.
This continued for several minutes.
In the end, the beauty in her arms took the initiative to withdraw from the warmth. Her first reaction was to turn her face aside as if desperate to hide, suddenly no longer clingy.
“Feeling better?” Baifuli shifted closer, blocking her at the edge of the sofa and forcibly straightening her face to continue wiping her tear-streaked cheeks.
“Do not look at …”
“Pfft… what is wrong? You are so cute, let your sister look a bit longer.”
“I said do not look…” The petite girl shook her head violently, then half-reluctantly forced herself to calm down.
Seeing Baifuli purse her lips, clearly about to speak, Vivian predicted it and interrupted first. “No need to say it. No matter what, it will still be the sa explanation. I know. Not wanting to hear it does not an I have forgiven you.”
Baifuli could only nod. Vivian then continued, “So why did you suddenly co back? Do not answer ‘because of .’ You know what I am asking.”
“But it is because of you.”
As soon as she said it, she saw Vivian frown. Baifuli sighed inwardly and quickly restrained herself, turning serious with resignation. “Mm… the business in Victoria has stabilized, and I had free ti, so I ca back to take a look.”
“So you will leave again, correct?”
The question struck directly at the soul. Baifuli froze, unable to find suitable words, because no matter how she dressed it up, the answer would be the sa.
Moreover, she knew one thing well: her sister disliked lies. Malicious lies aside—especially so-called kind ones.
To Vivian, it felt like moral coercion—wrapping the ugliness of a lie in pretty sugar and forcing her to swallow it while convincing herself it was goodwill.
Compared to naked malice, that was even more hypocritical.
Receiving no answer, Vivian’s eyes dimd. “Just like always… when the question is hard to answer, you go silent again.”
“Heh…” Baifuli forced a smile. “At least I am still here now, am I not?”
“I would rather you were not.”
“You are not honest, little sister.” Baifuli wagged a finger, ignoring Vivian’s increasingly flushed face as she continued, “You say you hate , but actually you really wanted
to co back, did you not?”
“No. From the mont I saw you, I started hating you.”
“And before that?”
“I hated you even more before!”
Baifuli paused, her lips curving upward uncontrollably. She deliberately lowered her voice. “Then now you like
a little more, hm?”
Vivian froze instantly. Her brain nearly overloaded. Only afterward did she realize she had fallen into a verbal trap; refuting it would only be embarrassing.
“…This disgusting aftertaste will never disappear in my life.” She crossed her arms and shut down. “I do not want to talk to you anymore.”
Looking at her stubborn profile and slightly reddened ears, Baifuli’s affection and helplessness deepened.
She even forgot the “surprise” she had intended at first. The main topic had drifted away with the suppressed and erupting emotions, only now returning to her mind.
She beckoned to Mia. Understanding imdiately, Mia walked behind the sofa and dragged out the miserable unconscious person.
Like throwing out trash, she dumped the figure onto the floor before them.
Vivian narrowed her eyes. Despite the disheveled hair obscuring the face, she quickly recognized Ellie, the maid who had earlier [accepted the task].
She showed little reaction. Though she did not take it seriously, she still asked routinely, “What is this about?”
“Your maid… accidentally dirtied my dress.” Baifuli rested her chin on one hand while idly inspecting her nails with the other. “It was nothing at first. But guess what she said to ? She even threatened .”
Vivian already felt her composure slipping from the start.
“She said she belonged to the Hatherin Family, was your personal maid, and since you were her master, I could not touch her casually. Do you usually indulge your subordinates to speak like that?”
Vivian completely lost composure. The more she listened, the less she could sit still. Anger surged upward.
She had repeatedly instructed them to mind their words outside, yet they still did not take it seriously?
Fortunately it was soone acquainted; otherwise she would have lost enormous face—although she had already lost face now, which only made her angrier.
She imdiately tried to stand, but Baifuli pressed her shoulder down and gave a reassuring look before turning to Mia.
SLAP!
In an instant, Mia bent down and delivered a heavy slap across Ellie’s face, forcefully waking her.
When Ellie regained consciousness, she was still dazed. Covering her aching cheek, she shook her unfocused gaze. Upon seeing her Young Miss, she lunged forward in panic.
“Miss… cough! Miss, save ! Save—ugh!”
Halfway through, her hair was yanked back from behind. Her head slamd against the table, nearly knocking her unconscious again.
Such disgraceful behavior filled Vivian with disgust. She cursed viciously, “Shaless trash. You have truly dirtied my eyes!”
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