บททั้งหมดของ Nine Ungrateful Sisters: บทที่ 421 - บทที่ 430

The food in front of Clara had gone cold. She had lost her appetite. Jason's background was a far more pressing concern than her own heartache.People were always like that. When nothing else demanded their attention, emotional pain felt like the most important thing in the world. Every headache and every low mood seemed tied to matters of the heart. The moment something more urgent appeared, all of it was pushed aside without a second thought.Hilda looked distracted as well. "I don't think it's true. I don't believe Dad was that kind of man."Arthur had been well respected throughout Silverton. To his children, he had been a father worthy of admiration, a man who loved his wife and cared deeply for his children.When he was alive, Hilda had believed home was the happiest place in the world. He and their mother had been devoted to each other in a way that left no room for anyone else. The idea that he would look outside the marriage seemed impossible."There was that period when

The moment Clara stepped onto the street, she immediately understood why Drake had said what he had.The road was short, and they hadn't even made it halfway down before several heavily made-up women began casting practiced glances at passing men. They spoke in soft, honeyed Silverton dialects, and the men they targeted seemed to go weak in the knees.Clara felt sick.She spat to the side and exchanged a look with Hilda. A shadow settled over both of them. 'Birds of a feather.'If this was the kind of place someone chose to live in, what did that say about Jason's mother?"Don't jump to conclusions yet. Maybe she has her reasons for living here." Hilda was still trying to make that argument, even though she didn't entirely believe it herself."What reasons? She lives here because she wants to. When Amara brought Jason to the family, she gave Ruby a substantial settlement. More than enough to move somewhere decent. My guess is she just couldn't let go of her clientele." Clara's in

As long as Trent could make it out of the alley, the commercial street lay just ahead. It meant crowds, noise, and safety.Trent glanced back one last time. After confirming no one was behind him, he caught sight of the shopping district's lights, now almost within reach. He let out a breath and pushed through the final stretch.Then something clamped around his throat.A single hand lifted him off the ground. The crushing grip on his neck made his vision blur.For a moment, he thought he saw his great-grandmother."What are you running from?"He slammed into the wall and slid down into the corner. When his vision cleared, a young man stood over him. He was calm, composed, and not the kind of person anyone wanted to encounter under these circumstances.'Damn it,' Trent thought.He had known this wouldn't be simple. Steeling himself, he plastered every ounce of sincerity he could muster across his face. "Please, sir, have mercy. I didn't do anything. I didn't do a thing."He wa

"Who are you? What do you want?"Kevin Walker smiled. "Looking for someone? We work here. Tell us who you need, and we'll help you find them."He tilted the badge hanging around his neck toward them. It bore the establishment's name and looked legitimate enough."Oh, you work here." Clara let out a breath. "We're looking for Ruby Granger. Thank you.""No trouble at all." Kevin maintained his smile. "We will need you to sign in first, though. Our clients have a right to privacy. We can't bring just anyone to them without a record."He held out a pen and a form. "Standard procedure. Don't make this harder than it needs to be.""Of course." Clara took the pen and quickly wrote down her name and Hilda's, followed by their address: the Chamberlain villa at Old Silver Mountain.She gave it no thought. The form already contained other names and addresses.She handed it back.Kevin glanced at what she had written, then briefly looked at his partner.The exchange lasted less than a se

Time never ran short when you were wasting it, and nobody ever felt guilty about doing so."You little punk, you want to die?"A commotion erupted inside the building.An underground casino in Silverton didn't operate without someone powerful backing it. The man who ran this one was Braxton Fahd. He had been in a back room, eating barbecue and singing along to the music, when a subordinate came rushing in to report that someone was causing trouble on the floor.Who had the nerve to do that? Someone was wrecking his place?He came storming out with a group of men at his back, bats and other weapons in hand, all of them clearly prepared to crack some heads. Kevin and his partner were among them.That aggressive posture lasted until they saw Stanley. It vanished at once, replaced by the eagerness of an overexcited dog."Mr. Draxler! What brings you here?" His gaze shifted to Amara. "And this must be your lady? What a beauty."Amara had dealt with Braxton before. Back when he worke