"Yes, with a sister like you, it’s true Charles might never marry anyone," I said with a knowing grin. "But he’s definitely never going to marry you."
Dorothea’s face turned ashen as though my words had struck her at her core.
I smiled faintly, pressing on. "And do you know why?"
"Because… it’s forbidden. It’s incest."
"You…."
Fury flashed in Dorothea’s eyes as she raised her hand to slap me, but I caught her wrist midair, my gaze sharp and unwavering.
"Dorothea, for seven years, I’ve been a fool," I said coldly, my words cutting through the air. "I no longer care about Charles. But as for you, setting that fire to harm me… this isn’t over."
I released her wrist, my hand moving to pull out my phone, ready to call the police. She glared at me, her face hard with defiance, but in an instant, her expression shifted.
Before I could even react, she grabbed my hand and shoved it against her chest. Then, with an exaggerated motion, she fell backward, landing on the ground with a dramatic wail.
"Sister!" she sobbed, her voice trembling with feigned accusation. "I just wanted to stop you from breaking up with my brother. Why did you push me so hard?!"