Left with no choice, I hurried to catch up with the three of them.
As I passed through a grove of trees, I overheard Kristoff’s impatient voice.
“Sandy, how much longer do we have to keep pretending? I really can’t stand it anymore. Who knows if Amelia, who’s been messing around so much, has some kind of disease?”
“And Amelia is so pathetically stupid. She can’t even tell the difference between antiques and fakes. No wonder she could be sweet-talked by some old guy into bed. How can someone like her possibly be worthy of being the Johnson family’s mistress? Sandy, only you deserve the real heirloom bracelet,” Henry added.
Sandy, with an innocent and pitiful look, glanced at them both. “It's true Amelia has done a lot of bad things. But she’s been kind to me. How can I just abandon her? If you two don’t do as I say, I’ll never speak to you again!”
At her words, the two supposedly proud and aloof young masters immediately panicked and began apologizing to Sandy.
They practically groveled, eager to trample on me if it meant putting her on a pedestal.
Over a decade of friendship and shared memories meant nothing compared to Sandy’s few manipulative words.