Taking Back What My Sister Stole novel Chapter 286

Wesley’s voice replied, “I know.”

Cecilia took Ping’an straight upstairs.

After changing, she came down to find several people already seated at the dining table.

Larissa was there too.

Wesley grasped her wrist, pulling her into a chair. “Dinner.”

Cecilia didn’t even glance their way. She took a small bowl for Ping’an, filled it with his favorite dishes, then had the nanny take him to the living room.

She was afraid she might scare the child later.

Yvonne said with a smile, “The child is being taken care of by the nanny. Cilla, stop fussing and eat. Take care of the baby in your belly.”

Cecilia didn’t speak.

Yvonne sighed, “Are you still angry?”

Cecilia picked up her fork, “Are we eating or not?”

Yvonne nearly lost her forced smile. She glanced at Wesley.

Wesley grabbed Cecilia’s wrist, “Wait.”

Cecilia looked at him quietly.

“Cilla, about Larissa, I want to say something.”

Wesley’s tone was flat but brooked no argument.

Cecilia put down her fork, “Go ahead.”

She was curious what Wesley would say.

Wesley glanced at Larissa, and she immediately lowered her head

She was still running a low fever, so her cheeks were flushed with an unnatural red, her eyes moist, looking very wronged.

Wesley said in a deep voice, “Let me make it clear today: Larissa, don’t come here to bother Cilla anymore.”

Larissa was about to speak.

Wesley continued, “As for apologizing, there’s no need for you to say any more. Whether Cilla forgives you or not is her choice. Don’t try to guilt–trip her here.”

“I didn’t,”

Larissa defended herself.

“Didn’t?”

“If it wasn’t raining anymore, why didn’t you leave?”

Larissa swallowed all her words, and tears fell.

Wesley looked down at Cecilia, “And about last night… Cilla was in the wrong. I apologize on her behalf.”

Cecilia raised an eyebrow. Wesley said last night was her fault?

And he apologized for her?

He really is a master of balancing.

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But she wasn’t having any of it.

“About last night, let me say it again: she insisted on standing in the rain. It had nothing to do with me.”

Cecilia pushed her chair back and stood up, “I don’t need you apologizing for me.”

“Alright, Cilla.”

Wesley thought this was the best way to resolve things. He hadn’t expected Cecilia to be upset.

“Wesley, if you think I’m in your way here, I can leave.”

Cecilia scoffed coldly. “As for you, Larissa, I’ll never forgive you.”

“Cecilia, what exactly do you want?”

Larissa couldn’t take it anymore.

Chu Yue threatened her, demanding she please Cecilia, but Cecilia despised her so intensely that approaching her proved impossible.

Cecilia found herself restrained by Wesley’s grip.

His patience was wearing thin.

He was handling this matter–after all, he was the one apologizing- while she hadn’t suffered any real loss throughout this ordeal.

Yet she remained unsatisfied.

“Cilla, you know how damaging it would be to her health, being out all night in this weather,” Wesley reasoned, laying out the stakes.

Cecilia’s voice held ice. “She didn’t die, did she?”

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Perhaps the sheer callousness of her words stunned him

“Cilla, do you realize what you’re saying?”

That was a human life.

Did she truly not care?

“I said.” Cecilia enunciated clearly, “since she didn’t die, there’s even less reason for me to apologize. I did nothing wrong.”

Wesley’s hand unconsciously loosened its grip, disbelief flashing in his

eyes.

Cecilia had truly changed.

Even for the sake of accumulating blessings for the child in her womb, she shouldn’t have spoken those words.

Cecilia headed for the living room.

Victor sighed heavily, “Wesley, look at her. Every word out of her mouth is wishing death upon someone. How could her heart be so venomous?”

Wesley’s eyes dimmed. “Let’s eat.”

After Qin finished eating, Cecilia took him upstairs.

She stayed until he fell asleep before returning to the master bedroom.

Wesley sat on the sofa, his expression dark.

“Cilla, is it truly impossible to let go of the past?”

he asked softly.

Cecilia gazed through the floor–to–ceiling window into the pitch–black

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night

“I can’t,”

If she let go, who would avenge Grandma? Who would answer for Priscilla’s hatred?

“Sleep. I’m going to the study.”

Wesley stood up.

The first time he left voluntarily.

Cecilia stood frozen for a long while before finally washing up and going to bed.

Wesley didn’t return all night.

He was absent at breakfast too.

The maid whispered, “Sir left very early.”

Feeling a tightness in her chest, Cecilia picked at her breakfast until Corrine’s call came.

“Cilla, I’ve decided not to leave for now. The passport can wait.”

Cecilia pressed urgently, “What happened?”

Corrine remained silent for a long moment before replying flatly, “I’m returning to the Johnson family.”

“Corrine.”