Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 30

She and Eleanor were both Samuel’s sisters, yet whenever something went wrong, his first instinct was to blame her.

But she was a victim too.

Samuel didn’t care. “Aurora, Eleanor and Dan grew up together, practically inseparable. You can’t just ruin their friendship with a few cheap tricks. Stop with your spiteful games.”

“And if you dare hurt Eleanor again, Dan and I won’t let you off so easily.”

He condemned her on Daniel’s behalf without a second thought.

Suddenly, Aurora no longer felt the urge to defend herself. She looked up, her gaze icy as she stared at her twin brother.

“I’ve always wondered, Samuel—Eleanor is your sister, but am I not?”

Samuel shot back with a sneer. “Having a sister like you is a disgrace.”

A disgrace?

“Good,” Aurora said flatly, clenching her fists, her lips drawn tight. “Because I sure as hell don’t want a brother like you. Brings nothing but bad luck.”

“You—You’re so stubborn it’s infuriating.” Samuel’s anger flared.

All he wanted was for his sister to show a little more understanding toward the family. But not only did she refuse to admit fault, she actually denied him as her brother.

Aurora turned to leave.

Samuel blocked her path. “Don’t you walk away from me.”

She brushed his hand aside and strode out.

“Aurora!” Samuel, now livid, grabbed her arm and yanked her back. “At the press conference, you’ll tell everyone you faked those photos to frame Eleanor and you’ll apologize to her. That’s an order.”

Aurora didn’t miss a beat. “You’re insane.”

And not just a little.

Samuel glared at her coldly. “Am I wrong? Ever since Eleanor got back, you’ve caused trouble nonstop just to get Dan’s attention. Your tactics are nasty and underhanded. Now I’m only asking you to clear things up.”

Aurora’s ankle throbbed painfully—it must have swollen again.

She had no patience to argue. “If you really think I did it, go call the police.”

“The police?” Samuel could barely believe his ears. “You want to make a public scandal of your own shameful actions?”

But neither of them apologized.

Samuel even said, “Even if it wasn’t you, can’t you help clear things up?”

Just clear things up…

Aurora felt a heavy weight in her chest. The way he said it made it sound like this was nothing, just a minor inconvenience.

“And what about me? After I clear things up and everyone starts hounding me, what am I supposed to do?”

Maybe she’d grown numb—her voice was calm when she asked.

What was she supposed to do?

Samuel waved it off. “You’re Dan’s wife. You have a good life at home. No one will bother you.”

Fiona chimed in, “That’s right. Eleanor’s different—she has work and can’t be distracted by this.”

She softened her tone and took Aurora’s hand, pleading, “Aurora, I’m begging you, sweetheart. Eleanor’s naive and sensitive. She can’t handle this kind of thing.”