"If you dare destroy the Carmen family, I'll make sure you're destroyed too," Fiona spat out, her eyes icy with determination.
Destroyed again? What on earth did she mean by that?
Sylvia eyed Fiona suspiciously, her mind racing. It wasn’t Warren she was worried about at that moment; it was the Carmen family.
Just as Sylvia was about to speak, Warren, who had been lying on the bed, suddenly sat up and cut her off.
"Sylvia, enough. Let's not argue," he said tiredly.
"Mom, Sylvia helped me. You shouldn't talk to her like that. Please, just step outside for a moment," he added, giving Fiona a gentle nudge.
Fiona shot Sylvia a warning glare before turning on her heel and exiting the hospital room.
Now it was just Sylvia and Warren in the room. Warren reached out to her, but she pulled away.
"Do you have nothing to explain to me, Warren?" Sylvia asked coldly.
Warren's expression darkened as he dropped his hand. "You wouldn’t understand, Sylvia."
"I wouldn’t understand? So that gives you the right to use me? I treated you like family, like a friend. I cared about you and your mom, and this is how you repay me?" Sylvia challenged.
"I don't want to be your friend or family!"
Before Sylvia could say more, Warren, disregarding her protests, pulled her into a tight embrace, his supposedly injured arm moving with surprising ease.
Sylvia froze, her eyes fixed on his arm in a cast. "You call this love? You were faking your injury too?"
Struggling against him, she tried to break free, but Warren held her firmly. "Sylvia! I have to fight for what’s mine! I’m the rightful heir to the Garcia family!"
"Because of Rupert, I've lost everything—my inheritance, my father. Can you honestly say Rupert had nothing to do with that?"
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