The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 930

I gave her a light smack. "I'm not that great. Nobody is fighting you for me."

"Why wouldn't they? You're incredible and smell amazing. You're beautiful, gentle, cook fantastic food, and you spoil me. So many people would kill to have a sister like you, so I can't let my guard down! If someone snatched you away, what would I do?" Sabrina argued back loudly.

She sounded like she was in a formal debate, which only made me laugh. "Who on earth is going to steal me away? You're being completely paranoid."

"Yes, there is! That Tiffany girl would."

"Who is Tiffy?" I was momentarily confused.

But then it clicked. She meant Tiffany Thorne.

At the mention of her name, I froze. Tiffany's pale, fragile, and desperately helpless face flashed in my mind, along with the deeply wounded look in her eyes.

The memory made my heart ache, and my hands curled into tight fists.

"I heard it from that nurse, Whitney. She said Tiffany used to hover around you constantly, calling you her sister and dragging you to meals. She told everyone you were her actual sister. That little girl was smart—she knew you had a soft heart and took full advantage of it!" Sabrina continued.

A suffocating wave of guilt washed over me, tearing at my conscience.

Sabrina had it all wrong.

I wasn't the soft-hearted one; Tiffany was. She trusted me, and I used that trust.