Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 35

When Fiona arrived with Samuel and Eleanor, Aurora had just finished her third round of treatment.

Her ankle didn’t hurt as much anymore, but the swelling was still hard to look at.

Fiona put on a concerned face—how much of it was real, Aurora couldn’t tell. “Aurora, does it still hurt?”

“What do you think?” Aurora didn’t bother to sugarcoat her tone.

Fiona’s expression stiffened, but she forced a smile anyway. “I know this has been hard on you.”

Aurora’s lips twitched. She knew why they were here, and this kind of opening act just seemed especially fake.

“Samuel is here to apologize,” Fiona said, nudging her son forward. “Didn’t you say at home that you understood what you did wrong? Come on, apologize to your sister.”

Samuel muttered, “Sorry,” as if the word tasted bad in his mouth.

When he’d seen that video online, he’d been furious—almost couldn’t believe his eyes. But anger didn’t help. He had to come and apologize to Aurora.

Eleanor hovered nearby, fragile and demure, trying to play the peacemaker. “Aurora, he knows he was wrong. Could you forgive him?”

She said it as if it was the most natural thing in the world—never mind that all this started because of her, never mind that she spoke like it was all Samuel’s fault.

But Samuel was happy to take the blame for her.

Fiona chimed in, “That’s right, I already scolded him. Aurora, just forgive him this once.”

“No.” Aurora’s answer was cold and direct.

“Aurora, he’s your brother,” Fiona quickly tried to play the family card.

Aurora pressed her lips together. “He’s Eleanor’s brother, not mine.”

Eleanor’s eyes began to shimmer with tears. She bit her lip, looking heartbreakingly wounded.

“Aurora, please don’t be angry at him because of me.”

Samuel’s eyes softened as he watched Eleanor’s timid, apologetic posture. For her sake, he was willing to humble himself in front of Aurora.

“I just acted impulsively. It wasn’t personal. You and Eleanor are both my sisters.”

Aurora pointed at the door. “You can leave now.”

“Aurora, he was just worried about me and lost his temper. He didn’t mean to hurt you. If you’re angry, yell at me or hit me, just don’t hurt him.”

Her voice broke, tears spilling over. “It’s all my fault. I made Aurora angry.”

Every word was an admission of guilt, and she looked so pitiful.

Aurora watched with cold eyes. In the past, whenever Eleanor cried, she’d always wonder if she’d really done something wrong, if she was the one to blame.

Later, she realized the truth: it wasn’t that she’d done anything wrong. Eleanor just liked to cry.

Because when she cried, everyone rushed to comfort her.

“Aurora, if there’s anything you want—clothes, handbags, jewelry—whatever it is, I’ll get it for you, okay?” Fiona moved closer to the hospital bed, reaching for Aurora’s hand. “We’re family. We can sort this out.”

Aurora pulled her hand away without hesitation.

Her loving mother hadn’t said anything like this when it was about Eleanor, after all.

A son really does make all the difference. Otherwise, back in the countryside, she wouldn’t have chosen to leave with only Samuel.