Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 46

“Happy now? Can I leave?” Aurora stood with her arms crossed, her face unreadable.

Eleanor was still sobbing, reaching out as if to clutch Aurora’s sleeve. “Aurora, I’m sorry.”

Aurora recoiled, her voice sharp with disgust. “If you’re really sorry, then do me a favor and stay away from me.”

She turned on her heel and walked out, refusing to look back.

If she stayed even a second longer, Eleanor would just keep crying, wailing as if she didn’t understand a word anyone said.

No, it wasn’t that Eleanor didn’t understand. She just chose not to listen. She was used to being the center of attention—spoiled her whole life by the Quinn family, raised to believe the world revolved around her.

But Aurora was different. She never knew what it meant to have a loving family, never experienced the warmth of parents or the bond between sisters.

She made her way to the living room, where Daniel was chatting animatedly with Jordan. Aurora cut in, her tone flat, “Are we leaving now?”

Jordan frowned, clearly irritated. Did she really have to interrupt just when he was having such a good conversation with Daniel?

Fiona, ever the observer, jumped in smoothly, “I asked the kitchen to prepare some supper. Why don’t you eat before you go?”

Aurora just looked at Daniel, ignoring the rest.

Daniel was already getting to his feet. “Dad, let’s pick this up some other time.”

Jordan forced a smile, but as he glanced at Aurora, his glare was unmistakable.

Aurora turned to leave, but in the next instant, someone shoved her hard from behind.

She stumbled, nearly crashing to the floor, but strong arms caught her around the waist and steadied her before she could fall.

“Samuel! What do you think you’re doing?” Fiona’s reprimand was weak, lacking any real authority.

Samuel was seething, jabbing a finger at Aurora. “If you don’t want to come back, then don’t! No one here wants you.”

Aurora found her balance and glanced past Samuel to where Eleanor stood, recognizing immediately that he was leaping to Eleanor’s defense—again. He’d always been helpless against her tears.

Samuel bristled, cutting her off. “Aurora, Eleanor trained with Ms. Catherine. You really think a girl who grew up in the sticks can compare?”

The disdain was obvious in every word.

They loved to talk about being a family, but deep down, they’d never let her forget that she was the outsider—the one raised far away from their world.

Aurora’s lips curled in self-mockery. “Of course I can’t compare. I was born to my parents, but never raised by them. I never had the chance to learn from some grand master.”

It was the truth, but it hit Jordan’s pride like a slap.

He exploded, raising his hand to strike Aurora across the face.

Aurora didn’t flinch. She felt nothing but emptiness inside.

But the blow never landed on her cheek. Instead, it smacked squarely against the back of Daniel’s head.

For a moment, everyone just stared in shock.