My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit novel Chapter 291

The happiness on Lyra's face instantly disappeared, and she glared fiercely at the person. "What are you doing here?"

"I... I'm here to see you. I brought you chicken soup." Clarice smiled at her ingratiatingly and stepped into the ward.

When Lyra saw this, she instantly appeared to be provoked and slapped the quilt on her body. "Why are you coming in? Get out! I forbid you to come in. You’re covered in germs. You'll only dirty my air. Get out!"

Hearing those words, Clarice suddenly froze in place and was at a loss for words." I don't have germs on me. I changed my clothes. Sister..." "Shut up! I'm not your sister!" Lyra's expression twisted as she glared. "Listen closely, Clarice Madden. I don't allow you to call me your sister. You're not my older sister, understand?"

"I... I..." Clarice bowed her head in hurt and sobbed in a small voice.

At that moment, Mrs. Madden came in and saw her crying eldest daughter and her displeased youngest daughter. She could not help but frown slightly.

"What's going on? Clarice, tell Mom what happened," Mrs. Madden asked with distress as she wiped Clarice's tears.

Clarice buried her head in Mrs. Madden's arms. "Mom, should I not have come back?"

"Why do you say that?" Mrs. Madden was first shocked and then hurriedly said, "This is your home. Where should you go if not here?" "But... But Lyra hates me so much. She forbade me from calling her sister. She also said I'm not her older sister." Clarice sobbed pitifully.

Mrs. Madden was stunned. "Lyra said that?"

"Yes." Clarice nodded.

Mrs. Madden narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Lyra with complicated eyes.

Lyra turned away in guilt, hating Clarice in her heart.

'How dare this country bumpkin tell on me?!'

She originally thought that since Clarice grew up in a poor and remote place, she had long since developed a timid and obsequious character. Unexpectedly, it seemed that Lyra had underestimated her. Clarice was just pretending to be a yes-man to win favor and sympathy from others.

"It’s okay, Clarice. You just came back, so maybe Lyra was just unused to it. I’ll talk to her later." Mrs. Madden patted Clarice's back and comforted her softly. "Go and wait for me outside first. I’ll talk to your sister for a while and then take you out shopping.”

"Okay." Clarice finally turned her frown into a smile and pulled away from Mrs.

Madden's arms. She handed over the thermos bucket to Mrs. Madden, nodded, and went out.

Only Mrs. Madden and Lyra were left in the ward.

Mrs. Madden put the thermos bucket on the bed and looked at Lyra with some displeasure. "Lyra, what's wrong with you? How could you treat your sister like that?

Weren’t you looking forward to her coming back before? You said you wanted a sister to love and protect you, but what are you doing now?"

Who wanted Clarice to come back?

That was just a lie she deliberately made.

However, who would have guessed that Clarice really came back?

Although that was what Lyra thought, she could not say it out loud.

Her hands under the blanket clenched tightly, but her eyes grew red in grievance."

Mom, I didn't mean to do that to her. I just can't accept that my sister is like that.

She's skinny and short, and she's not goodlooking at all. She reeks of poverty. How can she be my sister? Mom, did you identify the wrong person?" "How could it be the wrong person? Didn’t you see how her eyes are the same as mine?" Mrs. Madden pointed to her own eyes. "On top of that, your father also did a paternity test with Clarice. The test results showed that they're truly father and daughter. Who is she if not Clarice?"