“This is all thanks to you, dear brother. Not only did you fail to take care of Larissa, but you were sloppy enough to leave evidence for the old man to find. Now we all have to suffer for it.
Honestly, sometimes you are completely useless. It’s not enough that you’re lying here like a vegetable; you have to drag the rest of the family down with you.”
Hearing Honora’s words, even more vicious than the night before, Leopold’s consciousness reeled in fury.
“And it’s your fault that things are ruined between me and Solon! He’s the sole heir of the Schwartz family! If it weren’t for you, I could have married him and become the next Mrs. Schwartz! Do you have any idea how important that was to me?”
At the thought, Honora’s anger flared.
“I realized a long time ago that Mom and Dad were raising me for one purpose: to marry into a powerful family, just like Aunt Josette. That’s why they had me study art and music instead of business. It didn’t matter to me; I had no interest in that anyway. My only goal was to marry rich.
After I found out I wasn’t your real sister, that goal became even more critical. Marrying into a top-tier family is my only chance to secure my future. That’s why I have to stay with you—it’s my only connection to that world.
But now, because of you, I’ve lost another opportunity! Don’t you think you deserve to die for that?”
She practically hissed the last word.
He deserved to die? Leopold’s consciousness was filled with a cold, bitter laugh. All his years of affection for her meant less than her chance to marry into wealth.
Honora truly was an ungrateful viper. His sister, his real sister Larissa, had been right about her all along.


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