The lost heiress never forgiven

The Lost Heiress 172

Chapter 172 The Fall of a Princess

Denise spoke at length, expecting sympathy, but was met with nothing but silence. When she finally looked up, her brothers Evan and Sean were standing before her, expressionless,

“What’s wrong? Evan, Sean.”

“Did you know? Dad and Bradley have been arrested.” Evan’s voice was calm, eerily so.

Denise’s heart skipped a beat. She hesitated for only a second before quickly nodding.

“I just heard from the officers, Sierra is too cruel. No matter what, they’re still her own father and brother! How could she…” Denise fumed, expecting Evan and Sean to agree. Any other time, they would have. They would have turned their wrath onto Sierra, blaming her for everything. But this time, they didn’t.

Instead, their minds were flooded with if

If Denise hadn’t killed that man, they wouldn’t have forced Sierra to take the fall. If she had been healthy, they wouldn’t have joddled her and made Sierra bear the consequences.

If she hadn’t always been so sickly, maybe they would have paid more attention to Sierra instead of pouring all their love and protection into Denise. If she hadn’t kept the bush money, Sierra wouldn’t have suffered the abuse she endured in prison,

Instead, they found themselves thinking that if Denise hadn’t run someone over that night, they wouldn’t have forced Sierra to take the fall for her. If her health had been better, they wouldn’t have pitied her so much, nor would they have made Sierra bear all the consequences.

Denise hadn’t pocketed that money, Sierra wouldn’t have suffered so

her take the fall for three years behind bars. Looking at Denise, who was still trying to push all the blame onto Sierra, Evan suddenly realized how blind he

question about them, she was only focused on blaming Sierra. His hand was in a cast, but she didn’t even notice. She only complained about her own

I not in pain? Was their father not in pain? Was Bradley not in pain? Yet somehow, her pain was

Mattered.

was unfamiliar, colder than Denise had ever seen before. A sudden

“Evan…”

she called out, she was met with his cold interruption: “Don’t call me that. We re Xanders; you’re a Coleman. It felt like a bolt of lightning splitting the sky. Denise was left utterly

What did he mean?

at Evan in shock, unable

instinctively turned to Sean for support, but he simply looked away, silently

words.

You, you guys_

hand clutched her chest, struggling to breathe. For over twenty years, she had relied on this move; whenever she was unwell, everyone would rush to her side. But this time, no

be the last time we see each other. I’ll make an official statement clarifying that

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this be

Finished