When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 975: Who Are You, Really?

"You co out!" Rhiannon Xavier was both angry and jealous, "This place is not for you! Get out quick!"

Gia stood still, eting her gaze directly. This shrew-like behavior directly triggered her nerves.

Watching the furious Rhiannon Xavier, Gia’s mory flashed back to so fragnts, also in this room—

A little girl with bangs scread at her—

"I want to live in this room! Aunt said that my parents just passed away, and since I have co to The Xavier Family, anything I ask for, Aunt will satisfy ! Pack your things and leave here imdiately! This room is mine! Mine!!"

Gia staggered back two steps, breaking out in a cold sweat!

Her brows tightened bit by bit, with a voice in her heart growing stronger: Who exactly am I?

Seeing her in a daze without moving, an exasperated Rhiannon Xavier rushed over and grabbed her arm, "Get out! Have you lived in The Xavier Family for so long that you don’t know what you are?!"

"Gia! You get out of here imdiately!! Get out of The Xavier Family! I have run out of patience with you!"

Gia was too shocked to react, her body sowhat weakened.

So, she was pulled far away at once, and Rhiannon Xavier didn’t know what madness overca her, even directly shoving her hard!

Gia couldn’t stand steadily, her body slamd heavily into the cabinet against the wall and then bounced to the ground.

A copper vase on the cabinet fell, steadily and heavily crashing onto her leg!

The surface of the vase wasn’t smooth; it had raised designs, even so sharp parts.

"Ah—" Gia cried out in pain, her calf was just injured, there was stinging pain, and blood was gushing out.

Mrs. Rhodes, standing by and watching at the bedroom door, was anxious but dared not make a sound.

Because this place was forbidden!

It’s Miss Shane’s residence!

The mistress had specifically instructed that everything inside must be kept as is, except for daily cleaning, no one was allowed to enter.

But now...

"Pretending! Get up!" Rhiannon Xavier reached out to pull her, then looked towards the worried servant at the door, "There’s nothing for you here, stay aside!"

How could the young lady have this attitude??

Mrs. Rhodes could hardly believe her eyes. Miss Xavier had always been well-educated and brought up by The Xavier Family, a true lady.

Yet, today, her treatnt of Miss Gia made her seem as if she had been stimulated, and she turned into a shrew in a second.

At this mont, Gia gently lifted the edge of her long skirt and tore the skirt’s edge with her hand, preparing to endure the pain to stop her own bleeding.

"Gia, are you deaf? Do you have to go against ?!" Rhiannon Xavier got angrier, directly bending down to pull her.

But inadvertently saw, on her calf, the place where the blood was flowing, clearly printed with a crescent-shaped birthmark!

Rhiannon Xavier froze as if electrocuted, her eyes filled with terror and disbelief!

The next second, she forcefully suppressed the panic in her eyes and subconsciously let go of her hand, "Who exactly are you?"

Rhiannon Xavier sat limply on the ground, asked with a trembling voice, "Who exactly are you? Why are you pretending?!"

At this ti, Nathan Xavier ca to the door looking for soone; he heard the commotion from a distance.

Mrs. Rhodes, seeing him, looked almost like seeing a savior, "Young Master."

Seeing Mrs. Rhodes’s flustered manner, Nathan Xavier took a few steps forward and saw this scene at the bedroom door—

Gia sitting on the ground, looking pained and injured, bleeding.

"Gia!" He rushed over imdiately, lovingly and anxiously picking her up horizontally, "How did you get hurt? Hang in there! I’ll bandage you!"

Although Rhiannon Xavier had also sat on the ground, Nathan Xavier didn’t see her at all, until she ca to her senses, suddenly turned her eyes, and saw her brother carrying Gia disappearing into the hall.

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