Chapter 423


    “Mnie, did | say too much?” Vi’s voice interrupted Mnie’s thoughts.


    Mnie’s jaw tightened for a moment before she reigned in the indifference on her face. She replied, “You''ve already said all the


    things that you should’ve and shouldn’t have said. What difference does it make now?”


    Astrange expression flickered on Vi’s face. She instinctively turned to look at Eugene.


    Eugene did not look at her. Instead, he picked up Peachie’s medical record from the cab next to the bed, flipped through a


    couple of pages, and then put it back.


    The cold and imposing aura emanating from him was somewhat intimidating. Peachie shrank under the nket with her eyes


    fixed on him.


    After a moment, he slowly looked up at Mnie. There was not much emotion in his deep and meaningful gaze as he watched


    her quietly.


    Mnie’s heart sank. Without letting her emotions show on her face, she met Eugene’s gaze and asked, “Do you also want to


    teach me how to get along with my sister, Mr. Scott?”


    She had particrly emphasized the way she said ‘Mr. Scott’. It was a show of her difort.


    Vi’s gentle words had been delivered with a hidden edge, and it was her attempt at provoking the situation. Unfortunately,


    Mnie did not have evidence at the moment.


    Meanwhile, Mnie wasposed on the surface, but her thoughts were roiling underneath. Her eyes appeared colder than


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    Eugene''s deep and steady voice sounded in a seemingly casual manner. “Have | taught you so little?”


    Mnie furrowed her brows and saw him sneer next. “Of all the things I’ve taught you, what have you mastered?


    “| brought you to Hearth City to handle the mess George left. Instead, you’re causing even more trouble.”


    Eugene’s dark pupils reflected Mnie’s face. His lips parted as he said lightly, “You can’t even handle your family matters


    properly, and now you feel like the whole world is treating you unfairly? Mnie, you really ce yourself on a high pedestal.”


    Although his tone was calm, there was a casual condescension in his words.


    Mnie felt as if the air had been ripped from her lungs.


    Eugene was an astute person. From the short conversation between Mnie and Vi, he had already deduced what Mnie


    was thinking and sided with Vi. He also took the opportunity to mock and ridicule Mnie.


    The embarrassment of being pped in the face made Mnie clench her fists slightly. Still, she kept her eyes on him, her


    inherent stubbornness stopping her from lowering her gaze.


    After a while, she shifted her gaze to Vi, who was beside him.


    Vi was looking at Eugene. Though not obvious, there was a hint of a smile in her eyes.


    “Eugene, don’t say it like that,” she coaxed him softly.


    Vi looked up, smiled at Mnie, and said in a manner that seemed like she was trying to console her, “Mnie, please don’t


    mind him. That''s just how he talks.”


    Mnie’s expression turned cold. Vi’s words were clearly implying that she was in the


    wrong.


    There were other patients in the ward, and conversation buzzed around them. Mnie closed her eyes, took a small breath, and


    said nothing more.


    Arguing over these matters without evidence was pointless. Without evidence, everything she said would be wrong, and she


    would be unjustly using Vi.