NovelEnglishThe Silent 422 422.Chapter 422 Sophie was bawling her eyes out, her tiny face streaked with tears, and her eyes red and swollen.
She reached out with her little hand, gently tugging at the corner of Dylan's shirt. Tilting her head slightly, she looked up at him with tear-filled eyes.
She looked like she truly realized her mistake, like she was sincerely pleading for Dylan's forgiveness.
But in reality, she thought, I've put on such a convincing act. Dylan's bound to fall for it! Sophie was brimming with confidence.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe refused to believe Dylan could be so cold-hearted, seeing her like this and still not budging an inch However, a sharp sound echoed through the thatched hut.
It wasn't Dylan slapping Sophie.
Instead, he had mercilessly swatted away her hand that was clutching his sleeve.
Dylan's expression was cold as ice. He looked down at Sophie and said in a frosty tone, "That's your problem, not mine." "Dylan?" Matthew stared at him in disbelief. "How can you be so heartless? Are you really going to just ignore Sophie?" Dylan said, "Heartless? If I were truly heartless, I wouldn't have opened the door for you, let alone given you my breakfast and lunch for tomorrow." Matthew thought, 'Those two rock-hard biscuits are his breakfast and lunch? He's calling that breakfast and lunch? 'He must be joking, right?" Even Matthew found it hard to believe, let alone Sophie.
They had grown up surrounded by luxury. They had never even seen anything so unappetizing before, and yet Dylan claimed that was his meal for tomorrow.
Matthew couldn't believe it, and Sophie certainly didn't either.
But Dylan didn't care whether they believed him or not.
His cold gaze swept over the two of them. "You had a good life, but you chose to ruin it. Fine, ruin it if you want, but don't chere pretending to visit me. You never cared aboutas your brother before, but now that you're in trouble, you think I'm running a shelter for beggars? "Matthew, I don't care if you've truly angered Father or not. If you have nowhere else to go, I can take you in for a few days because we're brothers. But her? Absolutely not." Dylan's rejection of Sophie was absolut Sophie thought her methods would defnitely work, but she didn't expect it to backfire.
Her face burned with shame, her anger bubbling just beneath the surface.
Clenching her teeth tightly, she forced herself to speak calmly "Dylan, can't you giveone more chance?" Matthew chimed in, "Yes, Dylan. Everyone makes mistakes. Besides, Sophie is still young..." "She's not that young anymore!" Dylan cut Matthew off, his patience snapping. "Do you know who's younger? Our sister Elizal "Eliza did nothing wrong, yet because of Sophie, because of us, she ran away from home. She was only fifteen, and now she's living her life in solitude, accompanied only by a flickering lamp. Do you think a simple 'I'm sorry' can make up for that?" Matthew couldn't hold back anymore. He shouted, "But that was Eliza's own choice! How can you bleverything on Sophie? Yes, she made mistakes, but wasn't it you who truly drove Eliza to leave?" Dylan's anger vanished in an instant His pupils trembled slightly before he fell silent.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe atmosphere in the hut grew oppressively quiet Inside, the three of them stood frozen.
Sophie was too afraid to speak.
Matthew was still seething with anger.
Dylan's buned pain had been dragged to the surface once more.
He pressed his lips together and closed his eyes briefly as if trying to gather his strength. You're right. I have no right to lecture you." With that, Dylan turned and walked out of the hut.
Matthew watched Dylan's defeated figure, his lips parting as if to call out if Call'out to him. 422 Chapter 422
But the memory of Dylan's earlier coldness toward Sophie stopped him. By the the snapped out of it, Dylan's silhouette had already vanished through the doorway, and Matthew remained silent. Subscribed
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