Her Tears Are His Weakness novel Chapter 176

Samantha didn't even know these people, but before she could say a word, one of the women stepped forward.

"Mrs. Garrett, why the hostility? I'm Wesley's girlfriend."

"I'm Wesley's sworn younger sister."

"And I'm his sworn elder sister!"

Samantha was speechless, never expecting Wesley to be this popular. Three women circling him like planets and chatting like besties? She hadn't seen this one coming.

His "younger sister" fluttered her long lashes and looked right at Laura with wide, innocent eyes.

"Wesley always says the Garretts are the kindest people. He told us Mr. Garrett's mom is especially beautiful and gentle—that's why we came."

"Yeah, totally. Mrs. Garrett, you look so elegant and gorgeous in person. But… it kind of feels like we're not really welcome here."

"I adore that classy vibe Mrs. Garrett gives off," the third woman added. "She seems like someone from a completely different world. Too bad she doesn't like us."

The blunt compliments caught Laura off guard. Her expression shifted—just a touch of surprise, and maybe even a flicker of pleasure.

"Oh, and you must be Ms. Quest? You're absolutely stunning."

"And your outfit! It's gorgeous. Is it from CT? That indie brand? You've got such incredible taste!"

Yara's face lit up. "Wait—how'd you know?"

It was as if she'd just found a fashion soulmate.

The three women launched into a barrage of flattery, zeroing in on every button to push. However, eventually, their smiles faded. They exchanged a quick glance, then moved in for the kill.

"But… it seems like Mrs. Garrett doesn't really like us," one of them said with a sigh. "Maybe we should just go."

"Yeah. Let's have Wesley take us back. We wouldn't want to ruin the mood."

"Mhm."

With that, all three stood up in perfect sync as if they'd rehearsed it. Still, they couldn't help but cast one last lingering glance at Samantha.

Samantha saw it happen—and knew instantly that this was her only opportunity. She didn't have another moment to hesitate.

Before Laura could remember she existed, Samantha made her move. She got up and left without looking back.

She shivered, and the cold instantly cleared her head. Looking ahead, she saw Vivian already disappearing into the main hall.

Samantha sighed. There was no way she was following her—going in there would be like walking straight into a lion's den.

She didn't want to go anywhere. She'd rather stand here in the freezing hallway than go back in there.

Through the intricately carved window frames along the corridor, she could see the city lights at the foot of the mountain. It was beautiful… but way too cold.

She stared at the view and murmured to herself, "This place looks all fancy and luxurious on the outside, but being here feels scarier than a haunted house…"