Chapter 112: Chapter 112

Chapter 112:

He would continue to pursue her, waiting for her to look back and realize his feelings toward her.

At quarter past ten, Harlee arrived home. The dinner had put her in high spirits, though her pleasant mood wasn’t shared by those inside the Sanderson family residence.

Fletcher sat on the sofa, his face clouded over, while Etta stood beside him, murmuring something in his ear. Though Harlee couldn’t make out what Etta was saying, she suspected it was something against her.

Stepping further inside, Harlee noticed Kane’s eyes flicker, likely signaling that Fletcher was no longer thinking clearly, enchanted by Etta’s manipulative words.

“I thought you didn’t want to come back home, given the late hour,” Fletcher said mockingly.

Harlee unhurriedly leaned back against the sofa with an air of detachment, paying no mind to Fletcher and Etta.

In frustration, Fletcher slammed his hand on the table.

“Harlee, I’m talking to you.

Are you ignoring me? Etta was trying to connect you with influential people, and you threw oatmeal in her face and even cut her arm. What if it leaves a scar?”

“Whether she scars or not isn’t my concern,” Harlee replied flatly.

Harlee’s dismissive response infuriated Fletcher even more.

He couldn’t believe the sister they had finally found could be so heartless!

“Is this the way you were brought up? To say Etta’s injury is none of your concern? Do you realize she has been a part of the Sanderson family for over twenty years? We lost you years ago, and we truly want to make it up to you, but that doesn’t justify your actions!”

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Harlee casually scratched her ear.

“Are you finished?”

Fletcher paused, taken aback.

He saw a look of utter indifference in Harlee’s eyes. It was clear she didn’t view him as family.

“You!” Fletcher snapped.

“Since you’ve obviously missed out on some key lessons over the years, today, as your older brother, I’ll teach you!”

Harlee glanced up, her tone flat.

“Teach me? By hitting me?” Her eyes were filled with challenge, as if saying, “Think wisely before you act out!”

Fletcher’s hand, lifted in motion, suddenly paused.

For some reason, he found himself unable to go through with it.

“Are you going to hit me or not? If not, I’m leaving.” With that, Harlee grabbed her bag and didn’t wait for a reply as she headed for the door.

At the door, Harlee turned around.

“Fletcher, you should get your head checked. It’s embarrassing for the Sanderson family to have someone as foolish as you.

And I will tell the whole family about your absurd behavior today to let them wake you up.

Before you throw a tantrum, make sure you get to the bottom of the whole thing.”

“And you, stop with the tricks. I won’t tolerate any more stunts like this.”

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