Reborn to Marry My Best Friend's Uncle novel Chapter 32

Sean's words nearly drove Annie to laughter. She couldn't be bothered to waste another breath on him, someone so immersed in his delusions.

"Sure. If you say so," she flatly replied, not even bothering to hide the boredom in her voice.

Without giving him an extra glance, she turned and walked away from the disgusting farce.

…

Sean's car ride back with Cecilia was suffocatingly silent.

She sat stiffly in the passenger seat and clutched her seatbelt so hard that her knuckles paled. She'd witnessed his whole confrontation with Annie earlier.

Suddenly, tears slipped down her cheeks. "I'm sorry for embarrassing you again, Sean. I shouldn't even be alive…"

When Sean snapped out of his thoughts and turned to see her crying with red, swollen eyes, the inexplicable irritation in his chest was instantly replaced by guilt.

"It wasn't your fault," he replied.

Crying hard, Cecilia sobbed, "After I finished my first draft, I felt it still had flaws, so I sought help from a colleague in the studio for revisions. I-I never thought that the colleague would…"

Though she never named anyone, she managed to shift all the blame as far away from herself as possible.

Sean naturally believed her words. He reached over and gently patted the back of her hand. "Don't cry. I'll take care of it."

"Okay," Cecilia mumbled and lowered her head, leaning against the seat. Tears dripped down her chin, but the look in the depths of her eyes was downright venomous.

"I'm never letting you off, Annie!" she whispered.

…

The next day, the atmosphere at Mosaic Studio was suffocating. Cecilia's plagiarism scandal was officially pinned on malicious sabotage and revenge between colleagues.

Abigail was summoned into Roxanne's office. Ten minutes later, she walked out holding a cardboard box, looking distraught, her eyes red-rimmed.

Annie must be feeling pretty proud right now.

The extreme humiliation Cecilia had suffered on the day of the contest had replayed in her mind nonstop for the last two days, and she refused to let it slide.

Looking down, she picked up her phone. The screen lit up, showing a paused video of a scene from the hall when Sean and Annie had been in a heated argument.

Cecilia tapped on a chatbox and sent the video.

If she couldn't have peace, Annie wouldn't have it either.

The latter had always been concerned about her family and worried about the dying Irene. So, Cecilia wondered what Irene would think of Annie, her precious granddaughter, pulling and tugging with a man in public and making a spectacle of herself.

Would she maybe die from anger?

The thought seemed to make Cecilia's smile stretch wider.