When Love Breaks by Jack

hapter 228C

It was Dorothy.

She stood in a puddle of what looked disturbingly like blood, her white ankle boots soaked through, as she watched me halt the action of closing the door. Slowly, she withdrew her hand and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Jane, I’d advise you to back off. Stop messing around with Bryant.”

That she found my address so quickly was alarming.

I frowned, “Whether it’s you or Margaret, you’d better check yourself into a hospital or better yet, go bother Bryant. Don’t come here bothering me.”

“Huh, cut the act!” She glanced inside my house with disdain. I’ve done my homework. Without marrying Bryant, how could someone like you, with both parents gone and broke, afford such a place?”

She lifted her chin, exuding the kind of arrogance only the wealthy possess, in full display.

you? If it weren’t for the luck of being adopted by the Myers family, would you even be here, speaking like this, boldly meddling

expect me to play

demeanor instantly turned vicious. She raised her hand, intending to slap me, but I pushed her away, glaring at her foot nearly stepping inside my home, my gaze filled with disgust, “Don’t dirty my

hatred. “You’ll see. “Since you don’t want to

splashing blood on someone’s doorstep is being nice?” I shot back sarcastically, “Ms. Myers, I really

insist on clinging to

“With Bryant’s capabilities, do you think I could refuse if

peace and refused a

a

a happy marriage and a quick addition to your family, maybe

moved to

my non–confrontational stance, Dorothy still wasn’t satisfied and arrogantly stopped me, gritting her teeth. “You think I can’t do anything to you? Yeah. Here’s RiverCity, unlike Vista Town, where

giving her a cold look.

so what was she