Easton Holmes was truly angered, his words about Athena Linton were very harsh; it was the first time he had spoken to her like that.
Since childhood, he especially loved this sister dearly; although they weren't biological siblings, in his heart, she was closer than his own sister, because his uncle and aunt treated him like a biological son.
Precisely because he regarded her as a real sister, he didn't want her to become a woman that others disliked—she hadn't always been like this.
She used to be obedient, sensible, and adorable, but who knew that after encountering love, she seemed to change into a different person—becoming mischievous and willful.
"I might as well be dead; anyway, none of you want to see me now." Athena Linton cried, sniffling and sobbing, her eyes glaring resentfully at the man driving.
Easton Holmes felt today must be cursed; within three hours, he'd been yelled at by two women, and he couldn't bear to be truly angry at either of them.
