Chapter 277 You Have to Save Me
Victoria Bennett, reminded that there was an urgent matter to attend to, continued, "Please find a way to get a vase exactly like this one." She took out her cellphone, flipped to a photo, and handed it to him, "You must find one that's identical, please."
William Bennett glanced at the photo and quirked a lip, "Stop dreaming, there's only one like this, and you can't find another. Besides, it was your own mistake, and even if Dad were to chop off your hand, I wouldn't intervene."
She had disrupted his perfect dream, and now she expected him to bail her out? That was wishful thinking.
Was William Bennett such a generous person?
He was so close, just inches away from that kiss.
This pesky sister of his was good for nothing but causing chaos. She was the champion at ruining things.
"Brother, I am your sister! If you don't look out for me, who will?" Victoria Bennett was on the brink of tears.
"Why should I care about your mess? You are the one who can't keep your hands to yourself. We told you not to touch it, and you just had to!"
Their father's collection of antiques were usually kept in the storage room, and Victoria was specifically told not to touch them. It was common knowledge that with her clumsy hands, any valuable item that passed through them was at risk of being shattered.
Every time she broke something, their father was furious, but fortunately, William had always protected her, hiding her behind his back.
Each time, William had a soft spot for Victoria, but not this time. This time, he was determined not to relent!
"I was just curious, I had never seen that vase before, and I just touched it. It wasn't stable. It's not my fault; it's on him for not keeping his things properly!"
Hearing Victoria trying to shift the blame, William Bennett scoffed coldly, "Tell that to Dad, not me, now get out!" He wanted to go back to sleep, hoping he might slip back into the dream he was having before.
Just as William Bennett had lain down, Victoria grabbed his arm and yanked him up forcefully, "I don't care, you have to save me. If you don't save me, I'll..."
"What will you do?" William Bennett said icily, "Can't you deal with the mess you've made on your own?"
"I am dealing with it now. Asking for your help is the best way for me to resolve this!" Victoria proclaimed confidently. She had always depended on William, and old habits die hard.
Victoria's method of solving problems had always been rough and simple, which was to have William fix them for her.
William Bennett's face was stern as he addressed his sibling, "You should learn to take responsibility for yourself; you're in your twenties now."
"Bro, just this once, please, I'm begging you, save me," came the plaintive appeal.
"No way, get out," he responded icily.
"If you won't help me, I'm going straight to Ava Anderson!" came the threat.
"Why would you bother Ava?" William furrowed his brows at the mention of her name, "Don't trouble her if it's not necessary."
Victoria Bennett had found his Achilles' heel, "I'm telling you, if you don't help me, I'll tell Ava Anderson that you have indecent intentions. You want to pin her down; you want to sleep with her!"
"Victoria Bennett!" William's voice was almost a roar, "When have I ever thought that? Stop slandering me!"
"Slandering you? Don't tell me you haven't thought about it." Though Victoria was irritable, she was not slow on the uptake; in certain ways, she was exceptionally perceptive.
William had to admit he had thoughts about Ava Anderson—who wouldn’t harbor some thoughts about someone they liked? But it was merely thoughts, he took no action, and even if he decided to act on them, it would be up to her to accept or reject him.
However, the way Victoria spoke about it twisted the story into something vile and dirty. A perfectly innocent fondness construed in such a twisted way truly frustrated him.
"Hesitated, feeling guilty now, huh?" Victoria cunningly pointed at him, gripping the leverage she had over him, "I'll call her right now, and if she finds out about your inappropriate thoughts, she'll definitely keep her distance. Add a little exaggeration from me, and, well..."
Victoria stood up from the bed, grabbed her phone, and located Ava Anderson's number.
"Victoria Bennett!"
William bolted up from the bed and rushed to snatch the phone, "If you make a scene, I swear I won't let it slide!"
"Then don't let it slide, because I'm doomed either way. If you won't look after me, I'll go to her right now."
Victoria dashed out, shouting, "William Bennett has a crush on Ava Anderson!"
"Victoria Bennett!" Chasing after her and yelling toward the exterior of the room, William conceded, "Come back, I'll resolve it for you!"
...
A few minutes later.
William Bennett was on his phone, wrapping up the conversation.
"That's settled then. Someone will come to collect when it's time."
After hanging up the phone, William Bennett tossed his cell phone aside, "I have hired a professional to repair the vase. It can be restored so that the naked eye won't notice unless inspected with professional equipment. I've also arranged for an identical fake to be used as a temporary replacement."
"Until then, you'd better hope that dad doesn't get the whim to take out the vase to admire it, only to discover it's a fake. At that point, coming to me won’t be of any use."
"Fantastic!" Victoria Bennett, thrilled, rushed over and hugged William Bennett tightly, planting a forceful kiss on his face, "Bro, I knew you were the best, I love you, I love you, I love you!"
She wriggled in his arms like a little pig.
William Bennett pushed her away with a look of disgust, "Stop it, that’s gross."
