Taking Back What My Sister Stole novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Before entering the ward, he saw Larissa in a corner, wiping away her tears.

Who else could have made her cry but Priscilla?

It was so typical of Priscilla. She always spewed venom, acting all bitter, as if everyone owed her.

Hearing his words, Priscilla looked behind Claude and saw Larissa, who was crying pitifully.

“Claude, don’t blame Priscilla. It had nothing to do with her. I … got something in my eye. That’s all.”

Her explanation further enraged Claude.

He furrowed his brows even more tightly. “Priscilla, enough with your dirty schemes. Hear me clearly-the Wilburn family doesn’t owe you anything, especially not Larissa.”

“Claude, say no more. Priscilla’s pregnant…” Larissa tugged at his arm. “Besides, it was my fault. I knew she was pregnant, yet I still insisted Wes celebrate my birthday. She’s hospitalized because of me…”

Saying this, she started to cry again.

Trying her best not to snap, Priscilla clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms.

She didn’t want to argue. It’d only piss her off even more.

But Claude still wouldn’t let go. “Yeah, she’s pregnant. So what? That doesn’t mean we have to put up with all her un- reasonable demands.”

“That’s enough.” Wesley frowned. Though he agreed that Priscilla was being unreasonable, Claude’s words were un-

called for.

Claude’s resentment toward Priscilla was undisguised. He scoffed, his voice dripping with malice, “Just wait and see. Faking an illness is just her first step. Next, she’ll be using the baby as leverage.

“She’s such an unreasonable, scheming bitch. I weep for her baby.”

Priscilla had thought Wesley’s distrust shattered her heart, but Claude’s words plunged her even deeper into despair.

Trembling in anger, she grabbed a pillow, hurled it at Claude with all her might, and snarled desperately, “Get out!”

Tears streamed down her eyes, filled with devastation.

She had never believed Claude could be a good brother, but still, he shouldn’t have said this.

Claude knocked the pillow aside. Blinded by fury, he bellowed, “Did I say anything wrong? You vicious bitch, using your baby to fake an illness before it’s even born! Maybe you want it to die inside you!”

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His words were nothing but venomous.

“I said, enough, Claude.” Wesley frowned and glanced at Claude deeply.

He was displeased by how unreasonable Priscilla was. But, at the end of the day, she was his wife.

“Didn’t you hear me? Get out!” Priscilla’s eyes turned bloodshot. She scrambled off the bed, hurling everything within reach at Claude, glaring at him as if he were her sworn enemy.

Wesley swiftly caught her wrist and yanked her toward him, his deep frown revealing his irritation. “Priscilla, enough of your nonsense.”

She went still at once. Tears rolled down her ghastly pale cheeks quietly, the chilling hatred in her crimson eyes enough to kill.

“You, get out, too.”

Her light tone was dripping with sarcasm.

“Priscilla.” Wesley was genuinely angry, his tone sterner than ever.

“Priscilla, calm down. Surely, you don’t wanna hurt your baby.” Larissa came over and tried to steady Priscilla, her charming eyes filled with worry.

“Stay away from me.” Priscilla pulled her wrist away from Wesley’s grip and shoved Larissa away. She swung her hand too far, which accidentally landed on the back of Larissa’s hand.

Larissa let out a small cry, clutching her hand.

“Priscilla!” Claude was seething with rage, looking as if he wanted to tear Priscilla into pieces. “Larissa just wanted to help. And you hit her?

“Apologize to her. Now!”

A searing pain made Priscilla’s body tremble slightly, her forehead drenched in sweat.

She bit her lip hard, stifling any sound of pain.

“It wasn’t Priscilla’s fault. I … should’ve been more careful,” Larissa said pitifully, her doe-like eyes glistening with

tears.

“Wes? Aren’t you gonna do something?” Claude’s gaze swept from Priscilla’s stubborn face to Wesley.