Chapter 162: She Hates Me, and She Should

Chapter 162: She Hates Me, and She Should

(God’s POV)

Sandy Parker’s phone buzzed with an anonymous text message that made her heart race with excitement: “Already resolved.”

She stared at the screen, her hands trembling with a mixture of relief and triumph. Regardless of whether she was real or fake, she was now the only daughter the Whitmore family had!

Her moment of victory was interrupted by a sharp knock at her bedroom door.

“Miss Parker,” a servant called through the wood. “Someone claiming to be from the Blackwood family is

waiting downstairs to see you.”

Sandy’s eyes widened with anticipation. Had Marcus finally come to acknowledge her as his childhood

savior?

She took her time getting dressed, selecting what she believed was her most impressive outfit. The white

dress paired with blue stockings, emerald earrings, pearl necklace, and gold bracelet would surely

demonstrate her refined taste.

Downstairs in the living room, Isabella Blackwood had been waiting for quite a while. Her patience was

wearing thin as she checked her watch repeatedly.

The arrogance of this supposed Whitmore family daughter was already testing her limits. But for the sake of a potential mating alliance, she forced herself to endure it.

in the doorway, Isabella nearly choked on

The fashion disaster of clashing colors and excessive jewelry made Isabella’s

you indeed the recently found Whitmore family daughter?” Isabella

neutral.

confirmed with feigned sweetness, “Yes, that’s me.

only was Sandy’s appearance inferior to Elena’s natural

since we might become in–laws in the future,” Isabella

with misunderstanding. She assumed Isabella was

rather than Adrian.

Marcus hasn’t

deepened. “I meant Adrian,

delight. “Dear sister! How

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exchange left Isabella feeling deeply

asked with poorly concealed disappointment, “Why hasn’t Marcus come to see me? I was his lifesaver from years

a spoiled child. “I thought he would visit once he learned I

in fantasies about

was permanently out of

picture.

her in bewilderment, realizing this girl was completely delusional about her connection

Marcus.

Whitmore Estate feeling

(Marcus Blackwood’s POV)

my hospital bed. The sterile

first thought was of Elena.

through my chest. My father’s firm

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