NovelUSAChapter 141 Miranda replied, "Thanks for that." The smile playing on Elian's lips deepened slightly. "No problem." Miranda had been planning to do just that. Listening to Alistair's nonsense, she could barely hold herself back. But she hadn't expected Elian to jump in first.
Their exchange left Alistair looking even more discomfited. He had never been in such a humiliating position before, never treated in this way. His pride felt like it was being stomped into the dirt.
"Mr. Ashcroft, this is a family matter," he said coldly to Elian.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtElian retorted just as coldly, "A family matter? Does she even recognize you as family? You're deluding yourself." Alistair gritted his teeth, but given Elian's reputation, even after being kicked, he didn't dare lash out. He turned to Miranda, his voice grim. "I've delivered the message. You can think about it. If you can't stand Arabella, I'll work on keeping her out of your sight." His last words lingered for a moment, a personal offer not backed by the rest of the Hawke family.
If Miranda would acknowledge him as her brother and return to the Hawke family, he would deal with Arabella.
With that, Alistair spun on his heel, ready to leave. Elian's gaze followed him icily, his eyes carrying a chill. Miranda spoke up, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "The real disgusting ones aren't just Arabella. It's all of you." Alistair's steps faltered.
"From the day I returned to the Hawke family, it was your actions, your enabling of Arabella's actions against me, that severed any blood ties we might have had." Her eyes were cold as she enunciated each word, "In a way, you all are the real murderers. Every single one of you will end up in hell. There's no escape." She curled her lips into a chilly arc. "It's what you deserve." Alistair wavered, a flicker of panic crossing his eyes. Then he hurried to his car which was parked not far, started the engine, and sped off.
Miranda looked away, feeling a wave of disappointment. Seeing anyone from the Hawke family made her skin crawl.
While Arabella was detestable, the true culprits that had killed the old Miranda were her own parents and four brothers by blood.
They were the ones who had cast her into hell. And now, they tried to lay all the blon Arabella. She wasn't innocent, but they deserved to die even more than her "Guess I should've kicked him harder," Elian said coolly.
When Elian said that, Miranda really felt a lethal chill from him. It was quiet and composed, the kind of calm that cfrom having been through countless battles.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMiranda glanced at Elian.
"For someone like Alistair, he didn't seem to have issues with you, looks like he's scared of you." Now she understood why people
were so terrified of Elian. There was no rhor reason, no rules hen used both words and fists. Nobody wanted to mess with such adoose cannon. en
Elian curled his lips upwards. "Not as much as he's as he's afraid of Sebastian." Miranda was left speechless.
As if. There was no comparison there.
"I'm heading back," she said, turning towards the villa's entrance.
Elian's gaze followed her closely, until Miranda neared the door. "Miranda." His voice was unusually serious. Miranda paused, halting in her tracks.
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