Their Punching Bag Became The Storm novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136 The Fault He Refuses to Admit

Emily’s tears streamed down her face as she shook her head, about to make herself look more fragile and lovable.

But Brandon suddenly spoke in a deep voice, “By the way, Emily, I forgot to ask. What’s the deal with the nickname you set for Whitney?”

Emily’s face stiffened instantly.

She had assumed that since Whitney had publicly announced she was breaking off upset he’d forget all about the nickname issue.

eir relationship, Brandon would be so

Plus, after she made a big deal about winning the professor’s favor and scoring a “ticket” to get close to Davis, she thought she’d successfully changed the subject.

She thought, ‘I never saw that coming.

‘Brandon isn’t letting it go.

Brandon narrowed his eyes, giving Emily a cold, piercing gaze.

He thought, ‘If I hadn’t seen that nickname, maybe I wouldn’t have realized Emily is throwing shade at Whitney with her words now.

‘I would’ve ended up like Eric. Even more pissed at Whitney and feeling more protective toward Emily.‘

But ever since he saw that nickname, Brandon couldn’t shake the feeling that Emily wasn’t as innocent as he’d always thought.

Once that doubt crept in, every word she said sounded more and more off.

“What nickname?” Eric asked, noticing how Emily’s expression soured as soon as the nickname was mentioned.

Chase glanced over at them, too.

Brandon’s gaze grew colder

he slowly said, “The nickname is Be Cher.”

When he said it out loud, it took a moment for anyone to catch on.

They were confused.

Brandon thought, ‘My sweet, innocent foster sister had actually called the real heiress of the Anderson family a bitch.

‘In Emily’s eyes, is Whitney always a bitch?

‘So all those times she said she was fine with Whitney coming back to the Anderson family, always pretending to support her and speak up for her, was it

fake?”

Once that idea to in his mind, Brandon couldn’t shake it off.

He couldn’t stop himself from turnin

it over and over in his head.”

Chase and Eric honestly had no clue what that nickname was supposed to mean.

They wondered, ‘Be

‘What’s that supp

e Cher?

to mean?”

They both shot Emily a confused look.

Emily’s mind raced as she tried to make herself look as innocent as possible.

She explained, “Well,

“I’ve been living the

since Whitney carne back to the Anderson family, I’ve always felt so grateful to her.

that should’ve been hers, and everything I have now is the being she lost, and I am the cherished

one. So I combined them into her name, Be Cher.

“Brandon, is there something wrong with that nickname?” She blinked, giving Brandon a confused look.

Brandon’s eyes narrowed into slits, his gaze sharp and cold.

His face gave nothing away.

Emily couldn’t tell if he believed her or not.

Her heart was in her throat.

But she kept her innocent and puzzled look firmly in place.

To Brandon, her explanation felt pretty forced.

But when he looked at Emily’s innocent, confused face, after all these years together, he couldn’t help but think, ‘There’s no

Chapter 136 The Fault He Refuses to Admit

way my sweet, angelic foster sister is secretly hiding something, or can’t stand Whitney.

‘I’d raised her myself, watched her grow up.

If anyone knows her true character, it is me.

‘So maybe the nickname really is as simple as Emily explained.

‘Maybe I am overthinking it, reading too much into Emily’s nickname for Whitney.

Brandon closed his eyes. After nineteen years of love and trust, his feelings for Emily ultimately outweighed his rational doubts.

Most importantly, he couldn’t accept that he might have been wrong all along. He refused to believe that the sister he’d raised for nineteen years could turn out to be someone like that.

What he really couldn’t admit was that the fault lay with himself.

The silence dragged on so long that Emily started thinking

Brandon finally spoke, his tone steady, “Emily, you and Whitney, neither of you owes the other anything.

“The whole mix-up when you two were babies? That Me’d need to come up with another explanation.

known anything.

on the adults, not you. You were a kid, and you couldn’t have

took Whitney’s life away or owe her something.

The guilt, as if

you?”

“Change the nickname back. This one isn’t right. U

Brandon’s words made it clear. He wasn’t going to press the issue any further. He chose to believe her explanation.

Emily let out a quiet sigh of relief and nodded quickly. “I understand, Brandon.”

Seeing Emily sitting there so quiet and obedient, Brandon felt his trust in her grow stronger.

He said, “Hand me the invitation. Let me try and see if I can reach Davis first.”

That afternoon at Prestige Manor, an old man dressed in flowing robes, looking like he’d stepped out of a fantasy novel, jumped out of the car and rushed

Straight toward Ryan’s villa, barely able to contain his excitement.

He moved so fast, and no one would guess he was almost seventy years old.

When he finally reached the villa, he hollered at the top of his lungs, “Ryan, kid. Hurry up and let me meet that legendary doctor.”

His voice came before he did.

The villa door swung open.

“She’s sleeping. Keep it down,” Ryan said, his voice cool with a hint of irritation.

The old man immediately clammed up, miming zipping his lips shut.

He tiptoed over to Ryan as quietly as possible, trying not to make a sound.

“So, when is that miracle doctor going to take a look at you?” he whispered, his eyes full of hope.

Ryan glanced at the clock, and it was already six. “After dinner, let her get some more rest first.”

The old man nodded eagerly, grabbed Ryan’s wrist, and sized him up from head to toe.

Ryan looked exhausted.

But he seemed perfectly fine, both mentally and physically.

The old man thought, ‘That miracle doctor is seriously impressive!

He followed Ryan into the living room, settled onto the couch, quietly plotting how he could persuade the legendary doctor to join the Medical Association.

He thought, ‘With a legendary doctor like that anchoring the Medical Association, no one needs those modern medicine folks anymore.

Just as the old man was already picturing how he’d put those modern medicine guys in their place.

Suddenly, his phone blasted out a ringtone.

The ringtone was blaring, each note louder and more intense than the last.

Ryan’s death stare hit him instantly.

The old man thought, ‘Crap!

Chapter 136 The Edult He Refuses to Admit

‘I disturbed the miracle doctor’s rest!‘

Flustered, he dug out his phone from his pocket. The screen showed an unknown number.

He quickly answered, not wanting that upbeat, dance–inducing ringtone to disturb the miracle doctor.

As soon as he picked up, a voice came through, cool but with a respectful tone. “Is this Mr. Russell? This is Brandon, CEO of Anderson Group.”

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