The Abandoned Wife (Lucian) novel Chapter 1828

Chapter 1828 It Is My Fault

Frieda's hand was tightly gripped.

Shawn's eyes were burning with fury as he berated, “Frieda, what are you doing?”

“B*tch! Scoundrels!” Frieda was unfazed and hurled more profanities in the young woman's direction, fervently wishing she could strangle the latter.

A loud and crisp slap echoed in the air.

Shawn had just slapped Frieda hard across her face.

“What's gotten to you? She's my sister,” Shawn gritted through his teeth.

Then, he cast a glance at his sister, Coralie.

Coralie covered her face in pain. She had never been slapped in her entire life. Tears streamed down her face following the searing pain as she cast a bewildered look at the drunken Frieda.

“Shawn, is this your... girlfriend?” Contempt festered in Coralie's eyes.

Frieda was stumped, both by the slap and Shawn's words.

She sobered up instantly and froze on the ground, unable to utter a word.

Shawn led Coralie into the mansion to coax her, as well as apply some medicinal ointment to her injured face.

That young woman is his... sister? Well, upon a closer look, they do look alike!

Frieda suddenly felt her body going weak as she slumped to the floor.

“Shawn, what is with the luggage? Was that your girlfriend? She sure is a friendly one, greeting me with a slap. If Mom and Dad know about this, she won't ever get to marry you!” Coralie groaned.

“No, that's not it. You've misunderstood the situation, jumping to conclusions like your girlfriend. Just find out about the identity of the owner of the license plate. You don't need to worry about the rest. I was the one who bumped into his car, and I want to compensate him!” Coralie explained.

She was at a loss for words. Not only did she get slapped for no reason, but if her brother continued to misunderstand the situation, she might miss her chance with her crush.

Seeing as his sister had finally calmed down, Shawn headed out of the mansion and noticed Frieda, who was sobbing uncontrollably in the courtyard.

He made his way over, and Frieda slowly lifted her head.

“You drank yourself into oblivion and came over to slap both my sister and me but only suffered one slap in return. That doesn't seem fair,” Shawn said icily with a grim expression.

“I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I'm really, really sorry. I was too reckless... Please forgive me,” Frieda pleaded as she carefully gauged the man's expression.

In the end, Shawn shook his head lightly and offered his hand to help her up.