Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 82

“What did they say?”

Patric’s brows knitted together, as he waited with bated breath for the response.

“Miss Sarah has been grounded by Mr. Grammer. She’s not allowed out without his say–so,” the butler replied with the utmost respect.

Patric huffed, “That’s good. In this way, she can’t come to Frant City to make trouble anymore. I can finally have some peace and quiet.”

He dismissed his butler with a casual wave of his hand, and continued to gaze on the closed doors.

Back in S city, at the Grammer family household.

Sarah was in a rage in her room.

“Dad is really pushing it too far! How could he lock me up in this room, not even allowing me out of this door?!”

A servant approached gingerly, trying to soothe her in hushed tones, “Miss Grammer, try not to take it too hard. It’s just house arrest. You just have to lay low for a while, and this too shall pass.”

“What would you know? Get out!”

Sarah ripped all the flowers from the vase and flung them at the servant. “Get lost, and stop adding fuel to the fire!”

Still unsatisfied, she snatched up the vase and slammed it into the ground.

“Miss Grammer, that’s not on! That’s a crystal vase your mother brought back from Florence Republic, it’s worth a fortune. You can’t just smash it!”

The servant looked at the now chipped vase with a pained expression but didn’t dare step in.

“These things are all mine, I can do with them as I please! You’re just a servant, how dare you try to give me the runaround? If you don’t button up, I’ll rip your tongue out!”

Sarah continued her rampage, shoving off all the makeup from the table. The clutter that hit the floor sounded like a car crash, impossible to ignore.

The servant, realizing that any further attempt to calm Sarah down was a fool’s errand, clammed up, shut the door, and beat a hasty retreat.

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Naturally, Mr. and Mrs. Grammer were clued in about Sarair’s temper tantram patais. Mr. Gre face was a thundercloud as he stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray

“Look at the sweet daughter you’ve raised!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Mrs. Grammer shot back, “She’s not just my daughter, or have you conveniently forgraten that? Are you trying to wash your hands off all responsibility?”

“If you hadn’t kept mollycoddling her, would she have turned out this way? Patric is determined to call off the engagement, and no amount of me eating humble pie is changing his mind. If we let her keep running wild, the Grammer family are headed for a fall!” Mr. Grammer’s fury was a sight to behold.

“You!”

their son, Adrain, sensing

normal for her to be in a bad mood. It’s good for her to vent her

way to vent her anger! You hear that? If she keeps throwing a hissy fit like this, we’ll

shaking his head as if he was one

camper.

of crashing and breaking echoed faintly from upstairs. After a moment’s thought, Adrain decided he

Sarah was just about to slam an antique decorative plate onto

leading her to sit on the couch. “Anger isn’t good for your

“Adrain!”

his arm, “All this over a divorced woman, and now Patrick is

her cheek lightly.

just that, right? You can’t

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her like the apple of his eye. How do you expect me to

a picture of exasperation

She played up the puppy dog eyes as she shook his arm, “You wouldn’t stand by and watch your baby

Sarah

that woman’s name?”

him, taken aback, but she repeated herself, “Sylvia Lancelot. An orphan from Frant City Welfare Institution.

Sylvia Lancelot…

name was

it be her?

she be an orphan?

released his grip, turning around to mull over her words. Doubts were

what’s the matter?”

his odd reaction, asking in

have a picture of

can probably find her mug

didn’t know?”

shook his

brought up hadn’t made any

it be the Smith family?

Smith family want to hush up news about

wheels were turning, doubts and guesses

sofa, whipping out her mobile and displaying a previously clandestinely snapped photo

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Sylvia, She thrust the

you’ve got to help me. If we can send this bitch six feet under, there won’t be anyone left to steal

still chattering, Adrain looked at the photos on her mobile phone, his

of excitement.

you listening?”

angry shout brought him out