Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 371

Chapter 371: CryBaby

The situation hung in the air, fraught with tension and unspoken emotions. Anya was slapped in the face and was antagonized by everyone; they do not want her here.

The sensible thing to do should be for Anya to leave but the Fae already threw away her pride the moment she walked through that door. Moreover, Issac had to realize he was making a huge mistake here. Surely, they were still friends and he would listen to her.

Realizing a forceful approach wouldn’t work, Anya, the clever Fae, opted for another tactic, one that would surely get a response from Oma.

"I’m sorry," Anya suddenly apologized with remorse, turning to Kayla, and said, "This had nothing to do with your sister, so please don’t take it out on her." Those words were directed at Isaac.

Kayla huffed, shooting Anya a dirty look. She then loosened her folded arms and took Calan’s hand, leading him to the seat beside hers and making him sit even though the Fae was quite apprehensive about the gesture since he had not introduced himself to the family yet. To be precise, Issac. They were currently occupied with Anya’s theatrics.

Anya continued, her voice shaky with emotion while her eyes grew misty, "The truth is that I ran into Calan in the streets and I inquired of his whereabouts having a hint he’s coming to see Kayla. That was when he told me Issac was visiting and I left everything, excited to see him once more. You do know how hard it is to see him these days... " Anya’s throat constricted and unshed tears stung her eyes," It’s just plain disappointing and heartbreaking when your best friend won’t write to you anymore and gist about such a great deal as having a fiancée .... " She burst into a fresh bout of tears, unable to control her emotions anymore.

"Poor child...." Oma sympathized, quickly warming to her, unlike Issac and Kayla who stared at Anya, each with a horrified expression.

Kayla was a quick judge of character and had never liked Anya. Of course, she had always expressed her displeasure to her brother who never listened to her until now. It was as if the scales fell from Issac’s eyes and he could finally see through Anya. Not to mention, Anya had the flair for the dramatic, and now she was trying to manipulate his mother to her side.

Issac sat in his seat with his fists clenched, his anger boiling when his mother stood up to comfort her. He hated this. Loathed the way Anya put herself forth as the victim when it was the opposite. He wanted to scream out loud what she did to him, but it would break his mother’s heart and destroy the years of friendship built with Anya’s family.

Issac was akin to an exotic bird in a golden cage draped with pieces of jewelry and admired for its beauty and grandiosity yet was being dragged down by the weight. Sadly, each time the bird dropped its neck to breathe, it would be criticized for withholding its beauty. He was trapped yet had to keep up his appearance.

However, there was a strange turn of events. Before Oma could get to Anya, Maxi had already made a move, putting her arm around her and coaxing, "Hush my lady, don’t cry anymore else we might think you are human with no spine."

While it seemed like Maxi was consoling her, the Fae threw a silent insult, and that raised Anya’s heckles. She peered up at her with a silent glare, what was the bitch doing?

Oma was supposed to be the one doing the consoling, effortlessly getting the Fae on her side. Moreover, Maxi just made herself seem like a magnanimous person. She was using her to promote her image in Oma’s eyes.

"Shh, that’s enough, crybaby," Maxi even had the guts to wipe the tears with her palm, making her seem weak. freewёbnoνel-com

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