Chapter 32

Marion finally got up and left.

Once he was gone, Dorian took his seat, exuding an air of superiority that seemed to come naturally to him after years of staying as a higher-up. Even his casual wave towards Miranda felt condescending. "Enjoying your life out here as a disgraceful woman, rather than coming back to the Hawke family?" On closer inspection, he bore a vague resemblance to Miranda.

Miranda smirked, "Yeah, because being your family's doormat back at the Hawke estate would be such a thrill. Your mouth's as filthy as your precious sister's, no surprise there, given you all probably grew up with your heads in the dirt."

Dorian's face, usually composed and cold, turned visibly darker, his lips pressed into a tight line. "Miranda, don't forget, I'm your own brother! Watch your language!"

Miranda chuckled genuinely, "I'm an orphan, buddy. My family records are as good as dead. So, who do you think you are?"

Although he'd heard from a few of their younger siblings about her

these past couple of years? You were supposed to come out of that place reformed,

leaned back lazily in her chair, swirling

I've changed? Wasn't it your fault? Was I supposed to learn not to take the fall for someone else? Was trusting you all my mistake? Dorian, think before you speak, or I'll assume your family has a genetic predisposition for shrinking

Dorian's bravado

he conceded, clearly wanting to avoid rehashing old grievances. After all, the

two years after letting your own sister take the blame

and she has a promising future that shouldn't be ruined. We planned to make it up to you once you were back, but you chose to rebel and oppose Bella at every turn. I came here today to have a proper talk with you,"

remaining silent, curious to

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