While comforting Jasmin, Stephen turned his fury back on Sheena. "You know perfectly well that Jasmin loves the breakfast you make, yet you deliberately didn’t cook today. How could you be so cruel?"
So it was all about breakfast—something entirely inconsequential to anyone else.
Suddenly, Sheena couldn’t help but laugh.
“Oh? But in five days—no, four now—I’ll be sent to the Wilson family to bear their punishment. Will you drag me back from there just to make breakfast for you?” Sheena indifferently retorted.
At that instant, the dining room fell into a sudden, oppressive silence.
After a moment, it was Jasmin who broke the quiet, her voice trembled as she sniffled. “Sis, you’re not skipping breakfast because of the Wilson family thing, are you? If that’s the case, then I’ll go take the punishment instead!”
With that, she turned to run outside.
Stephen hurriedly grabbed her, pulling her into a comforting embrace. “If someone has to die at the Wilson family, it should be Sheena! How could it be you?”
The moment the words left his mouth, Stephen froze, stunned at his own cruelty.
'She’s my sister too...' he muttered inwardly.