NovelEnglishHannah's words shocked Heather as it was the first tHannah had asked back for something she had taken.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt‘Hannah never dared to claim anything since she was young. When did she becdaring enough to demand things from me? Is this ring—no, is that man so important to her?’ Thinking so, Heather becthoughtful and diverted her gaze from the ring to her sister. “What did you say? Repeat it since | didn’t hear you correctly.” From Heather's demeanor, Hannah knew her sister had gotten mad, and she should not repeat it. The pain in her shoulder also reminded her not to do it.
However, when she saw the ring, Hannah thought about Ralph’s face and what he said about living happily ever after with her. It was the first tshe had wanted so much to spend the rest of her life with someone.
‘Since I've cthis far, there's no use being afraid. Can being afraid make a difference?’ She bit her lip and said weakly yet firmly, “Heather, | know you're upset, and | shouldn't be saying this. However, I've never asked you for anything, talked back to you, or defied you all my life. | don’t ask for anything else, but that ring is mine.
“He...gave it to me. | hope you can return it to me. I'm not asking much, and I'll be...content if | have something that belongs toand that | can keep with me.” ‘Will | be content? | want a lot more, but | know it’s impossible. That being the case, won't it be nice if | have something to console myself with?’ Thinking so, Hannah treasured the ring even more.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHeather snorted twice. “Oh, yeah? Something that belongs to you?” Her face betrayed no emotion, but she tightened her grip on the ring. Hannah had no idea that her confession had enraged Heather.
To Heather, her twin sister was a useless substitute who could only offer occasional help. She thought Hannah should not have a sense of self as she could not do anything.
‘The sole reason she still lives in this world is that | need her. If that's the case, she shouldnt have a sense of self, let alone want to own things.’ “Hannah Riggs!” Heather got up and emphasized every syllable of her sister's name, staring down at her.
Kneeling on the floor, Hannah looked small compared to the tall Heather.
Like a queen, Heather looked askance at Hannah and said coldly, “Have | been so nice to you and given you so much freedom that you've forgotten who you are? How dare you askfor anything? ‘Things that belong to you?’ “Who the f*ck are you to own things? What f*cking things belong to you? Don’t forget that you're just my shadow—a shadow doesn’t deserve to own anything!” As Heather spoke, the ring started bending due to her grip.
“No!” Hannah noticed her beloved ring becoming deformed, so she lunged over and held Heather's arm in anguish. “Please don’t do it, Heather! I'll do anything you say, and I'll go nowhere. I-I won't see him again. | just want the ring. Please give it to me. Please! | apologize to you. | apologize!”
Visit our social media platform to read fascinating stories every day and connect with the community!
