Betrayed, Then Back For Blood

At six–thirty in the evening. Briar’s motorcycle pulled up to the gates of the Jennings family villa. A servant was already waiting there, and when she saw. Briar arrive right on time, her face lit up with a warm smile. She greeted, “Miss Jennings, you’re back! Mr. Jennings and the others have been waiting for you. Please, come inside.”

Briar nodded. She set her helmet on the bike and replied, “Alright.”

This was the same servant who, back when Briar lived with the Jennings family, always tried to sneak her extra food whenever she was home. Briar had a good impression of her and was always gentle with her in return.

The servant led Briar inside with a cheerful smile, “Mr. Jennings, Miss Jennings has arrived.”

The Jennings family was all sitting together in the living room, just like the day Briar first returned home. The four of them turned to the door in unison. When Edgar tooked over, his face was already wearing a loving smile, as he said, “Briar, you’re back! Halle and I were just talking about you.”

Briar let out a low scoff, “Oh, really? What were you saying about me?”

Edgar had just said it casually and didn’t expect Briar to call him out. He stammered, “Uh… what else could we say? We were just worried about how you’ve been these days, if you’re eating well, if you’ve lost weight.”

Briar glanced at Halle, who was sitting there awkwardly, and the smirk on her lips grew even wider. She laughed, “Are you serious? I don’t buy it. Either you’re seeing things, or Halle’s got something wrong with her. Do you want me to give you a check–up? Maybe I can cure you both.”

Edgar and Halle fell silent at her words.

Beatrice, who was sitting nearby, was fuming. Briar had barely walked in and already started mocking their parents, saying they were out of their minds and probably sick in the head. Beatrice was about to jump up and argue with her, but Camden, who was just as pissed off but still keeping a straight face, quietly reached out and held her back.

Camden shook his head at Beatrice, signaling her to let it go for now. After all, they had tricked Briar into coming home tonight because there was something more important to deal with.

Beatrice gritted her teeth and shot Briar a venomous glare. If looks could kill, Briar would be riddled with holes by now.

Briar’s words killed the mood instantly, and Edgar, worried she might say something even wilder, quickly tried to smooth things over with a forced smile, “Hey, Briar, you must be hungry, right? Dinner’s ready. Come on, let’s eat, let’s eat.”

kids were still seething inside, but no matter how angry they were, they could only

didn’t even dare to breathe too loudly as they hurriedly set the dishes on the table before

aware of Briar’s fiery nature. She wasn’t afraid to express her anger, even going as far as to confront her father, which made him cautious. Tonight, he was planning to say something that would likely upset her even more. To be safe, he decided not to let the bodyguards go just yet. If Briar got

her over to the table, but she picked the seat farthest from Halle and her kids, still close enough to reach Edgar sat down, didn’t even touch her fork, and just held out her hand to Edgar and demanded, “Where’s the

needed to. She

then you and I can look at it together, alright? Look how anxious you are. Do

have dinner,” Briar repeated, her face turning cold

was so choked by her words that his

is she going to do? Is she gonna flip the table or

An

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luck. He got up in annoyance and went upstairs to fetch the

this unfilial girl dared to his me, her father, flipping the table would

a photo in his hand. He said, “Here, this is a picture of you when you were a hundred days old and your mom

her eyes softened with a gentle longing. That was her mom, back when

her chubby little hand clutching her mother’s shoulder–length hair as she strained her neck to look up. Rosalia was gazing down at her with such tenderness; in that moment, the whole world seemed to be just the

so safe being held so gently by Mom,‘ Briar thought. ‘Maybe

toys scattered on top. Anyone could tell that Rosalia had someone snap this photo on a whim, just like Edgar said, just

any of it. Otherwise, this moment would be burned into her mind, something she could pull out whenever