บททั้งหมดของ The Sweetest Revenge: บทที่ 661 - บทที่ 670

Lyla's black hair hung loose over her shoulders and looked messy. She was wearing pajamas in the smallest size, but they still seemed too big and loose for her.She was so thin that she was practically skin and bone. It made her eyes look frighteningly big under her fringe. Her pupils were pure black.Lyla gripped a bag of bread tightly and lowered her head. She said in a tiny voice, "I was hungry."The night before, the Stones had been so worried about Harry that they'd barely eaten. As for how much Lyla had eaten, none of them had seemed to care. Sam felt guilty, and his heart ached. He asked, "Are you sleepy now?"Lyla shook her head. "No."The truth was that she was already used to being a night owl.Holly was forcing her to be on good terms with the Stones, but her conscience made her feel extremely resistant toward doing such a thing. That was why she kept herself locked up in her room all night as a means of escape. When she had played on her phone so much that she no

That night, Seaworth was in chaos. The news of Jean falling down the stairs soon spread throughout their circle. The Lawsons and the Fordhams all gathered outside the operating theater, so the corridor was packed with people. Giselle rushed over as soon as she heard the news. When Chester saw her, he strode toward her while everyone watched. "Gigi, what are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to stay home and rest? You have work tomorrow."How could Giselle sleep peacefully after something so serious had happened to Jean? "The work for tomorrow's livestream isn't hard." She ignored those who were looking at her and asked, "How's Jean?"Chester shook his head; the frosty expression on his handsome face only softened when he spoke to Giselle. "She's still in the emergency operating theater."They had been waiting for about half an hour, but the sign over the operating theater was still lit.Jean had been covered in blood when they brought her in. Her joints had been bruised

The next day, Giselle bought a fruit basket after the live stream of the dating reality show wrapped up. She planned to visit Jean at the hospital.When Harry found out, he immediately insisted on tagging along. Giselle shot him a look and questioned, "Aren't you afraid that Vivian will be there too?"Harry patted his chest and said, "I'm a man. Why would I be afraid of her? Besides, she didn't really do anything to me that day."He had been drugged that night. His entire body burned with heat as he was stripped of all strength. If Vivian had actually tried to push him down, he wouldn't have stood a chance of fighting back.Thankfully, she hadn't touched him. Instead, she had only poured her heart out about how much she liked him. From the day she had first felt the stirrings of teenage love back in high school, she had never once let him go.Over the last three years, she had written him countless love letters. Even though she hadn't received a single response from him, she never

As usual, Vivian used a voice changer. Unlike previous times, however, her tone wasn't arrogant.Giselle, who knew the whole story, wanted to laugh. Yet, with her patience, she forced herself to hold it in.Vivian had gifted two Grand Gifts to grab the first joint stream slot of the night. It was obvious that she was cornered.At such a critical moment, she couldn't reach a single friend when she needed them. Even Lindsay, the only reliable one she had, had cut ties with her because of her own actions.Was Vivian regretful? Of course, she was. That said, regret never lasted long for her. Right now, she just craved for someone to talk to.At such a moment, Vivian received a notification that Giselle had started a live stream. Even though Vivian had plenty of resentment toward Giselle, Vivian couldn't deny that Giselle had real talent. Hence, Vivian clicked in while gritting her teeth.The chat instantly recognized her. The moment they heard her weary voice, the chat lit up in surp

Giselle ended the live stream without hesitation. She then grabbed a jacket and headed for the door. Harry was unsure if he should follow, but she had already decided on his behalf. She said, "You should stay home. Don't follow me."Vivian still hadn't given up on Harry. Her emotions were already unstable, and if she saw him again, who knew what kind of incident might happen? People should never underestimate how destructive emotions could be.Remembering what had happened the other day, Harry surprisingly didn't argue. He nodded right away and responded, "Alright. Be careful on the way."When Giselle headed downstairs, Chester was already waiting for her in a black Maybach that was parked by the building. Inside, the warm yellow glow of light cast shadows across his sharp features.He had his head down as he used his phone. The screenlight bounced off his glasses, hiding the emotions in his eyes.Giselle knocked lightly against the window. At the sound, Chester immediately lock