Reborn with Nothing but My Farm and Vengeance in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 218

Chapter 218: Chapter 218: Two Birds, One Stone

In the dim light of the underground parking garage, Clara Hayes held up her gown and slowly walked to the spot where she was supposed to meet Ethan Sutton, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Clara glanced at her phone in confusion, murmuring to herself, ’What’s with this Sutton guy... Didn’t we agree to meet here...’

Just as a confused Clara was taking out her phone to call Ethan, she suddenly heard footsteps behind her.

The TAP TAP of leather-soled shoes on the concrete was exceptionally clear in the quiet parking garage.

Thinking Ethan had arrived, Clara quickly turned around, only to find it wasn’t him, but her own brother, Raymond Hayes.

Seeing Raymond’s grim expression, Clara’s heart sank. She hadn’t expected to see her older brother here.

Clara was about to say something, but Raymond raised his hand and slapped her across the face.

The sharp SMACK echoed loudly in the quiet corner.

Clara instinctively raised a hand to her stinging cheek, a faint taste of blood in her mouth.

Her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at Raymond. Just as she was about to demand why, he spoke first.

"Clara, I’ve told you before to get along with Sylvia and to stop bullying her. Why can’t you ever seem to learn?!"

Raymond’s face was dark, his eyes filled with anger and disappointment as he glared at Clara. "How dare you conspire with an outsider to set up your own sister! Do you have any idea how much Sylvia suffered with the Sutton family? And you still brought Ethan Sutton here to humiliate her in public?!"

With her plan exposed, Clara couldn’t be bothered to wonder how Raymond found out. Her mind was consumed by the anger and injustice of being slapped.

Clutching her face, her eyes filled with tears, she defiantly shouted at Raymond, "Why don’t you look at how that mother and daughter set me up? I was starved in the Buddhist hall for three days! I nearly died in there! Where were you then!?"

Whether from anger or a sense of betrayal, Clara’s tears began to stream down her face. "Raymond, are you even my brother anymore?! It’s bad enough you won’t stand up for me, but now you’re hitting me for the daughter of a homewrecker! Have you forgotten that I’m your real sister, from the same mother?!"

Raymond remained unmoved by Clara’s tears. He frowned at her, his tone impatient. "I’ve said it before. You and Sylvia are both my sisters. You are both daughters of the Hayes family, and you should get along with her."

As Clara’s older brother, Raymond knew her personality all too well. He knew she was willful and domineering and had a long history of bullying others. In middle school, for instance, she had driven four classmates to attempt suicide. It was he, her big brother, who had hushed it all up.

But Sylvia Lancaster was different. To Raymond, Sylvia was gentle and timid, so much like his own wife. She was someone who needed to be protected.

That was why, whenever there was a conflict between Clara and Sylvia, Raymond sided with Sylvia without a second thought.

Raymond’s face was grim as he continued to stare at Clara. "Sylvia is so gentle and well-behaved. Why can’t you just accept her? You two were good friends before. Now you’re sisters, which should make you even closer. Isn’t that a good thing? Can’t you just get along with her? Why must you always cause trouble? Are you really that immature?"

Clara looked at him in utter disbelief. She shook her head desperately, crying out, "Brother! What kind of poison has that bitch Sylvia Lancaster fed you to make you protect her like this?! Have you forgotten that it was those homewreckers who drove Mom to her grave? Why are you protecting a homewrecker’s daughter now?!"

Raymond’s jaw tightened. He fell silent for a moment before saying in a low voice, "...I haven’t forgotten. But... Sylvia is innocent, after all. She couldn’t choose who her parents were."

Clara was incredulous. "What nonsense are you talking about? How is she innocent?! Her very existence is an insult to Mom’s memory! She’s living in Mom’s house, enjoying Mom’s fortune! She’s nothing but a shameless beneficiary!"

Clara finished, glaring at Raymond, her voice breaking as she questioned him, "Brother! You were Mom’s favorite child when she was alive! Now you’re defending a mistress’s bastard daughter. Can you even face Mom in her grave?!"

Raymond sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, exasperated. "Don’t keep bringing this up..." he said to Clara. "Everyone has their own destiny. Mother’s death was her fate... None of this has anything to do with Sylvia. You can’t keep making things difficult for her."

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