And those maids who gave false testimony—you never followed up on that. You just continued to turn a blind eye.”
Mira paused, then continued. “It’s one thing for you to play blind, but you became her accomplices. Am I supposed to just endure that too?”
At that moment, Ethan finally began to wonder if he and his family were really that bad.
He had to admit, their favoritism had become deeply ingrained, something they took for granted.
“No matter what, we’re all family. There’s no problem that can’t be solved. Stop going against Mom and Dad. You need to understand they mean well.
I’ll try to talk some sense into them.”
“They mean well?
Let me ask you, if both Mara and I were in mortal danger, and you could only save one of us, who would you save?”
“That situation would never happen.”
“Answer me.
What, you can’t answer?
Let me answer for you. You would definitely save Mara.”
“You should go. Since you can’t be fair and impartial, don’t come here and preach to me.”
You haven't walked in my shoes, so don't lecture me about forgiveness. Mira no longer held any hope for this family.
“You must be out of money, right? I heard you’ve been working recently.
There’s a hundred thousand in this card. Use it for now. I’ll convince Mom and Dad to reinstate your allowance later.”
“I don’t need it.”
Mira pushed his hand away.
“I can earn my own living.”
Ethan frowned and reluctantly withdrew his hand.
This sister of his was too headstrong. His parents were stubbornly biased towards Mara, which put him in a very difficult position.
His other three brothers had also more or less sided with Mara.
Could it be that Mara really was two-faced, sinister, and vicious?


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