INGRID clenched her fist. Her heart ached. Why did Fabius keep slapping her with the truth that he didn’t want her as his sister?
“I hate it! I f*****g hate it because you’re my stepsister,” Fabius repeated, tightening his grip on her.
Ingrid let out a breath. “Let me go,” she said in a cold tone, but Fabius seemed not to hear and tightened his embrace even more.
“I hate it! Out of all the people who could be my sister, why you, Ingrid?”
“That’s enough, Fabius! Stop it! Don’t keep repeating that you don’t want me because I’ll leave your life soon! So stop it!” she said firmly but tearfully. Was it this difficult for her to disappear from his life?
Fabius had hurt her several times because of what he said. She had already been humiliated in front of his team. Was he going to emphasize
