Chapter 182: Chapter 182

Chapter 182:

His resentment toward Harlee deepened.

Fletcher quickly moved toward Fleming and asked, “Fleming, why are you even talking to her?”

“Harlee is our sister,” Fleming replied, clapping Fletcher on the shoulder with a serious tone.

“Brenton is right. You really need to feed your brain.

Haven’t you noticed you’ve only grown taller but not wiser over the years?”

Fleming had actually arrived earlier but was held up at the door fetching his gift.

Fletcher felt aggrieved.

He crouched on the floor, releasing the built-up frustration inside him.

He couldn’t fathom why everyone gravitated toward Harlee, whom he saw as cold-hearted. Wasn’t Etta closer to them?

Fletcher clung to Etta’s perspective, convinced that Harlee lacked virtue.

He had never questioned that Etta was actually misleading him.

Kane came rushing over, visibly anxious.

“Miss Sanderson…” Harlee grinned, her eyes twinkling like crescent moons.

The stage was set. Now was the time for Fletcher to see Etta’s true colors.

“What happened?” Harlee asked slowly.

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Kane paused briefly before speaking, “The outfits you prepared for your parents and siblings…”

Skyla, visibly worried, said, “What about the clothes Harlee had designed? Tell me quickly!” She had been eagerly anticipating them for a whole month.

Fleming, looking confused, asked, “What outfits?”

Just then, Etta descended the stairs. Upon grasping the situation, her complexion turned pale, and she couldn’t manage a smile.

Callie stepped out of the kitchen, and the moment she took in the scene, her vision dimmed, and her mind began to buzz. Weren’t Lonnie and Skyla supposed to be away today? This was unexpected…

Etta’s mind went blank momentarily, but she quickly composed herself, absentmindedly twirling a strand of her hair.

“Oh, everyone’s home? I just woke up, still feeling a bit groggy and shocked.”

Etta flashed a sweet smile, gripping the banister as she slowly came down.

Harlee approached and slapped Etta outright.

Etta stared at Harlee furiously, but seeing the other Sandersons, she quickly adopted a sorrowful look.

“Harlee…” She placed her left hand over her face, her eyes empty, as if all the life had drained from her.

Etta had assumed the Sanderson family would defend her against Harlee, but no one came to help her, not even Fletcher.

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