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Miranda was never the kind of person to have much patience. She felt like she’d reached her limit just getting this far.
Dorian’s handsome face turned frosty, warning, “Miranda, don’t push it.”
Miranda scoffed and stood up, tossing the half–full cup of coffee she was holding right into Dorian’s face.
The coffee dripped down his now thoroughly unpleasant visage. Dorian’s expression chilled even further, and he glared at Miranda with an icy intensity.
“I told you, my family is gone. I’m an orphan, got it? Stop trying to play relatives. And remember, you owe me, not the other way around. Since you wronged me, you should be ready to get on your knees and beg for forgiveness. Not come here to flaunt your sins.”
Dorian clenched his fists tight, clearly struggling to keep his composure.
“You and your family better keep your distance, or one day I might just tell the world about all the nasty things you’ve done.”
“You have no proof,” Dorian’s frigid gaze pierced through her, as if his endurance had reached its limit. “Even if you spoke out, no one would believe you. Miranda, if we could handle that mess before, you should know that we can handle you too!”
Miranda tugged her lips. “Well then, you really are damned.”
With that, Miranda turned on her heel and walked away.
Dorian’s already sour expression darkened even further. He hadn’t come here intending to have such a
confrontation with Miranda.
Despite the lack of emotional connection, they were still siblings by blood. Even if they weren’t close, he did acknowledge her as his sister.
But when compared to Bella, Miranda simply didn’t measure up.
Two years ago, there was the incident that left them with a twinge of guilt. This time, Dorian had wanted to have a good talk with her.
He wanted to bring her back to the Hawke family, to keep her from spiraling down, and to prevent her from causing trouble for Bella and the family.
But she wouldn’t listen to reason. And her accusations were something he couldn’t easily refute, which forced him to adopt a tougher stance.
Still, he figured that with the right pressure, Miranda would eventually fall in line and return to the Hawke family.
She was just a girl fresh out of prison, with nothing to her name. All he needed was to find out who was supporting her.
Miranda always felt tainted whenever she encountered anyone from the Hawke family. She really should be cautious before leaving the house.
Dorian had some skills, tracking her down like this. But then again, it was no surprise.
The Hawke family had a lot of assets in the city, along with their own network of informants. So, of course, he found her at this coffee shop.
“Ugh, what a crappy day. I need to find some way to shake off this bad luck,” Miranda muttered with a frown as she left.
As she was heading out, she unexpectedly saw three familiar figures.
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It was her former foster parents and their son. They were just leaving a mall, carrying a box of sneakers worth a few hundred dollars.
The couple was doting on their son as they got into a taxi and drove off.
“Where’d they get that kind of money?”
Tim was a gambler and a drunk, while Luna was lazy, doing nothing but playing cards and borrowing money. Their son was a troublemaker, spoiled rotten and constantly causing problems.
They’d come to her for money before, so how could they suddenly afford such expensive shoes for him?
