Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 187

When folks came knocking on the door for a doctor, they often brought along some treasures. This was why Miranda never really had much of a craving for material things.

Still, she was curious to see if there was something nice she could pick out for her Godmom. Dozens of million bucks was something she could easily pull together.

As Miranda left with the Lancasters, the Hawke family members didn't catch up. After the recent scene, everyone's expressions were a bit sour.

Alden and Grace hadn't expected Miranda to be so unrestrained, especially with so many cameras around. Their plan to mend fences with Miranda had crumbled.

But Miranda's words left them with no room to argue, even intensifying their gnawing guilt. Not just that, they were also peeved at Miranda's attitude.

So the couple remained in silence. Mrs. Hawke shot a displeased glance at Arabella. Her eyes were full of reproach and dissatisfaction.

"Why did you have to butt in? You know she doesn't like you, so why go talk to her? Can’t you let us mother and daughter have a moment?"

Though Mrs. Hawke kept her voice low, its sharpness carried, and a few people nearby heard.

Arabella immediately looked hurt. "Mom... I was just standing up for you. I couldn't stand how she treated you. Did I do something wrong?"

Mrs. Hawke's impatience only grew seeing her like this. She couldn't quite grasp why she used to find Arabella so endearing.

Alden let out a heavy sigh and shot Arabella a displeased look as well.

"Who was that Sunny she mentioned? And what's their connection to Cathy?" Mrs. Hawke quietly asked Dorian.

But Dorian frowned, clearly not wanting to be photographed at this moment, and seemed to be distancing himself from Arabella in the frame.

Arabella, however, played to the cameras. Whenever they focused on her, she plastered on a smile and clung tightly to her brothers.

After standing for a moment, Dorian turned and walked away. Alistair followed suit shortly after. The smile Arabella had struggled to maintain faltered.

"Hey," she called out faintly, looking pitiful and helpless.

For years, she had mastered projecting an image that easily garnered sympathy and affection from these men. Each time she did this, it would earn her a display of kindness and warmth from her brothers.

So, she tried the tactic once more. But this time, they merely paused for a moment without turning back, and then continued walking in the opposite direction.