Chapter 65 What Did I Do Wrong?

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Just a few days into winter, the nighttime temperature suddenly dropped. The cold wind. seeped in through the cracks in the staircase, causing Angela’s limbs to grow cold.

Angela rushed up the stairs, only to find the lights were off. As she searched for the keys in her pocket, she sighed.

Suddenly, the motion sensor lights on the stairs flickered on.

Angela halted her footsteps on the stairs and stared at the man who was waiting at her doorstep.

Angela frowned. Her expression turned cold as she approached him.

“What brings you here?”

As the temperature continued to drop, Angela’s face grew even paler. Even in the dim light, her face was as white as snow, utterly different from the dullness of when she was with the Kins Family.

Her face remained youthful since she was still young. However, one could imagine how stunningly beautiful she would become when she grew up.

Christopher held a cigarette between his fingers. The smoke rose sparsely, obscuring his face.

“Angela, stay away from Jonathan.” Christopher raised his hand and took a deep drag of his cigarette, feeling somewhat regretful about his previous thoughts.

What was I even thinking? Even if Angela becomes more beautiful than Fanny, a kind–hearted nature is what truly matters. Someone like Angela, who is malicious, a gold digger, and will easily turn to other men, is simply not worthy of being compared to Fanny.

Hearing Christopher’s words, Angela ignored him.

She unlocked the door with her key and was about to close it when Christopher suddenly. reached out and blocked the door, squeezing half of his body inside.

With sharp eyes, Christopher said coldly, “Angela, did you hear what I said?”

Angela was annoyed and wondered if Christopher was out of his mind. After all, she not longer cared about him and Fanny. Thus, she felt that Christopher was a fool since he came over in the middle of the night to warn her.

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have a problem. Stay out of my business”

an idiot? That’s my brother. Do you think this

the fragile door

previous life until now, Angela never quite understood the

Jonathan died. Instead, they seemed to be suppressing their excitement. It gave her the feeling that the entire Sanders Family was

Jonathan’s funeral, she unexpectedly overheard Christopher’s relatives saying that

naively thought it was just a struggle for inheritance. Thus, it was normal for Christopher’s relatives

she trusted the person she loved. However, she now realized that Jonathan was too exceptional. Even though his illness. had made him transform from a bright guy to

with Jonathan’s death could Christopher

down her spine, and the cold wind blowing through the building felt even

ridiculous that you are concerned about

“What do

you

mean?”

from the door and gave up resistance. “Jonathan is seriously ill. Your family is the one who hoped for

heirs were only Jonathan and Christopher. Christopher

teeth and said menacingly, “My brother’s illness is congenital. Don’t talk nonsense if you don’t know anything

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neck was as fragile as a

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about his legs?” Angela struggled to breathe. Her face was turning red from

changed drastically as he heard her words. Then, he released

grip.

a few steps back. She positioned herself

“Regardless, stay away from him. You’re aiming high if you think you in–law.” Christopher’s tone was cold. “If I see you clinging to him again, I’ll make sure to give

hands and revealed the obvious marks of strangulation on her

me from doing whatever I wanted? What did I do wrong? Why do you treat

shouldn’t desire what doesn’t belong to

she said, “What doesn’t belong to me? My biological parents? Or my brothers? Or perhaps you? My ex–fiancé? Is it my fault for being mistakenly taken? Did I willingly leave my family for over a decade? What Fanny is enjoying now should

opportunity to receive an education because she

raised since

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