The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming (Natalie and Marcus) novel Chapter 630

Samuel looked at Sierra, then slowly let his gaze drift across the others in the room.

Jonathan and Melissa stared at him with open disgust. There was no attempt to hide it.

These were the people who had once treated him like their own son. Now, their gazes made it clear they could barely stand the sight of him.

If looks could kill, they might have already tried.

And then there was Samantha—his birth mother.

She had sent him abroad when he was young and never once visited during all those years. Even now that he was back, she still refused to see him.

The look she gave him now? Pure, bitter disappointment.

As for Sophia—his sister—the first time he called her after returning, they ended up in a screaming match.

That conversation ended in a fight, which shattered whatever bond they once had and turned it into complete hostility.

She wasn't here out of concern. There was no sincerity in her visit.

And Zachary? From the moment they met, the man had punched him square in the face. Clearly, he didn't see Samuel as any kind of brother-in-law or family at all.

Now, Sophia looked at him like he was nothing. Her gaze was cold, filled with contempt. If a stare could kill, she'd already have finished the job.

"Mr. Sinclair, I hope you calculate the exact amount you think I owe you," Sierra said when Samuel remained silent.

"Right here, in front of my parents, in front of my adoptive mom, in front of Sophia and Mr. Holt. And later, when Mr. Holden and Ms. Walker arrive, I plan to invite them all to bear witness. Let's make a clean break today. Once it's done, we're done. Don't come looking for me again."

Her voice stayed calm, but her eyes stung. She was forcing herself to stay composed.

She and Samuel had grown up together—they were true childhood sweethearts. So many of her "firsts" had happened with him by her side.

And now, this was another first—her first real breakup and divorce. And it was with the man who had been in her life the longest.

"Mr. Sinclair, better a clean cut than dragging it out. You want money? Fine. I'll give you money. Consider it my last gesture of decency toward you," Sierra said calmly.

After she had spoken, she turned her head away. No matter how firm her resolve or how she'd made up her mind, this still hurt.

Going from the person she was once closest to… to this. It wasn't what she had ever wanted. But she knew that if she forced herself to keep going with Samuel, she'd never be happy.

Samuel's values and his entire worldview were completely different from hers. He believed everything that happened to Sophia was her own fault—that she deserved it. Which meant that when something had happened to Sierra, he'd think she deserved it too.

As a husband and a brother, he showed no empathy for the women in his life. Instead, he blamed them.

That kind of man was terrifying.

There were so many years left in her life, and Sierra didn't dare take that gamble.

Samuel couldn't believe it. This was the same Sierra who used to cry at the sight of him with a scraped knee. And now, here he was with a cast on his leg, lying in a hospital bed, and she didn't even flinch.

The way Sierra looked at him now—so cold, so distant—it scared him.

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