Chapter 491:
“Are you suffering from delusional disorder?”
I felt weak and didn’t want to argue anymore. There was a hint of disdain and contempt in my tone.
Bella’s POV:
“Yes, I have. Every day, I think that my husband loves my biological sister!”
Betty continued angrily. Although her expression was fierce, her voice wasn’t loud. The bedroom door was closed, and while her tone was sharp, she kept her voice low.
I knew she still had some reservations. She was concerned about Hank and Mother being outside. She just didn’t care about my feelings. I raised my hand, wanting to slap her, to wake her up, to make her stop with these irrational thoughts. But when Betty glanced at my raised hand, she wasn’t afraid at all. She sneered and said, “Just hit me. Even if you beat me to death, I’ll still say it!”
Her arrogance and rudeness made me even more agitated. But I managed to restrain myself and slowly put my hand down. I knew that no matter how many times I slapped her, I couldn’t bring back the Betty I once knew. There was no reason to hurt myself for her. I clenched my fists and said coldly, “Betty, our sisterhood is over. I don’t have a sister like you anymore.”
“Do you think I want an older sister like you? The biggest sorrow of my life is having an older sister like you!” Betty shot back angrily.
I nodded and said, “Well, in that case, we won’t be sisters anymore. But I don’t want Mom to be sad. From now on, we’ll act like strangers when we’re around her. After we leave this room, we won’t have anything to do with each other.”
“Okay!” Betty raised her chin defiantly. I bit my tongue, turned, and walked out of the bedroom.
Dinner began. Even though it was the first time Klein and Hank had met, it was clear that they were able to hold a decent conversation. Hank seemed less distant than when he first arrived. However, Betty and I barely spoke to each other throughout the meal. We didn’t argue in front of Mom, which, in a way, was a relief. If we had fought, Mom would have been so upset. So, I considered myself lucky. Betty wasn’t entirely a bad person—at least she cared enough about Mom’s feelings.
Around eight o’clock in the evening, we left separately. When I got into Klein’s car, I let out a sigh of relief and completely relaxed. On the way home, Klein asked, “I feel like Betty and her husband are very strange.”
“What’s strange about them?”
I frowned and asked.
“One gives off the aura of a scholar, while the other is more… philistine. Also, your sister seems very devoted to him. Hank, on the other hand, is very cold toward Betty. I guess it’s your sister who pursued him, wasn’t it?”
Hearing this, I pursed my lips. Even Klein had noticed something was off. It seemed I wasn’t the only one who felt that way. Perhaps Betty hadn’t received much love from Hank. I suddenly felt a bit of sympathy for her. Usually, women…
Some people who were unhappy in their marriages experienced drastic changes in temperament. Could Betty be the same? Had she truly become someone else?
I still couldn’t fully accept this version of Betty. Maybe, deep down, I was subconsciously searching for an excuse to justify her behavior.
