Chapter 119 Heartstrings and Harsh Truths
“Then let her die!”
Sierra cut off Bradley’s incessant chatter. Bradley stared at her with a look of shock, “How can you be so cold–hearted? She is your…
He wanted to say she was her sister but stopped himself, realizing it was inappropriate.
“I am that cold–hearted. Stop bothering me, I don’t care whether she lives or dies. If you show up in front of me again. I guarantee your beloved sister won’t just be close to death; she’ll be thoroughly dead”
Sierra’s gaze was icy, no longer seeing Bradley as a stranger but something repulsive.
Bradley was startled by this side of Sierra; for the first time, he sensed a murderous intent in her. Was Sterra planning to kill someone? Me! But, I am her brother, Bradley! How could she be so heartless?
Sierra, fueled by anger, headed home. On the way, she contacted a private detective she had been in touch with before, instructing him to dig into Denise’s affairs
“Look into everything, the finer the details, the better; I’ve already doubled your fee!”
After hanging up, Sierra thought if Denise wanted to disgust her, she wouldn’t just sit back and wait.
She didn’t want to stoop to their level, but now it seemed her restraint was being mistaken for weakness–how absurd. She was actually curious to see if Denise could survive falling from her high pedestal
After calming herself in the elevator, Sierra returned home only to find her apartment completely dark.
Her heart tightened as she turned on the lights while calling out, “Dickson!”
She feared something had happened to Dickson, but when the lights came on, she found him just sitting on the couch, which eased her tension somewhat.
Noticing something off about Dickson’s mood, she quickly approached him,
“What’s wrong? Why are the lights off?”
Dickson seemed to snap back to reality, looking up with slightly red eyes, perhaps from crying.
“Sierra, I miss my sister.”
Dickson’s sudden remark caught Sierra off guard, but she responded.
“Then tomorrow, after my classes, I’ll take you to visit her, okay?”
Dickson managed a weak smile, “Okay!”
After a while, Dickson asked again, “Sierra, how did my sister really die?”
Dickson was clearly not himself today: Sierra thought he was just missing Daphne and thus asking these questions.
She patiently explained, “Haven’t I told you? It’s not the right time yet. When the time comes, I’ll tell you everything”
Dickson looked down, silent for a long while before finally speaking, “Sierra, why are you so good to me?”
“What’s gotten into you today?” Sierra couldn’t help asking.
Dickson avoided Sierra’s gaze and said sofily.
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