Chapter 245 We Are Done
"Yeah, I'm paranoid. Every day I think about how my husband loves you!" Dorothy spat out, teeth clenched.
Her face was fierce, but her voice was low. The bedroom door was slightly open, and unless someone was eavesdropping from the outside, they wouldn't catch her words.
Susan knew Dorothy was still scared of Henry and Catherine overhearing. But Dorothy had shed all pretense of sisterly affection.
Susan raised her hand, wanting to slap some sense into Dorothy.
Dorothy just stared at Susan's hand, unafraid. She sneered, "Go ahead, hit me. Even if you beat me to death, I'll still say the same thing!"
Confronted by Dorothy's defiance, Susan slowly lowered her hand. She understood that resorting to violence wouldn't resolve anything. Why inflict pain on herself?
Susan clenched her fist and said coldly, "Dorothy, we're done. You're no longer my sister."
"Do you think I care? My biggest regret is having you as a sister!" Dorothy shot back.
Susan nodded. "Fine, we're done. But for Mom's sake, we'll pretend. Once we leave this house, we're nothing to each other."
"Fine!" Dorothy said, lifting her chin.
Susan turned and walked out of the bedroom.
Catherine had ordered a whole spread from a restaurant, which was rare for her. The dishes were all top-notch.
George and Henry, meeting for the first time, hit it off. Henry wasn't distant or indifferent towards George anymore.
However, Susan and Dorothy barely spoke during dinner. Catherine noticed and kept trying to get them to interact, but they didn't respond.
At least they didn't fight in front of Catherine. Susan was relieved. If they had, Catherine would have been heartbroken. It seemed that Dorothy still had some decency left.
By eight, everyone headed home.
In George's car, Susan finally relaxed.
On the way, George said, "Dorothy and Henry seem odd."
"Odd how?" Susan asked, frowning.
George replied with a smile, "The age difference is one thing, but Henry's all gentle and scholarly, while Dorothy's more worldly. And Dorothy seems to bend over backward for Henry, who doesn't even look at her. I bet Dorothy chased after Henry."
Susan pondered, tapping her chin lightly. "Even George noticed. Perhaps Dorothy's bitterness stemmed from Henry's lack of affection."
Susan suddenly felt a bit sorry for Dorothy. The toll of an unhappy marriage could truly transform individuals, leaving her to wonder if that was the case with Dorothy.
However, Susan grappled with conflicting emotions. Was she merely sympathizing with Dorothy, or was she rationalizing her behavior?
George broke the silence. "You and Dorothy don't seem very close, huh?"
Susan shrugged. "Maybe it's the age difference. We drifted apart after she got married."
"I noticed you didn't eat much earlier. Want to grab a late-night snack?" George suggested.
Susan glanced at him, thinking, 'George is really observant. I did eat very little tonight.'
But she shook her head. "No, Spring's waiting for us at home."
"Right, Spring must be fussy without her milk." George stepped on the gas.
Watching George, who treated Spring like his own, Susan thought, 'With a guy like this, what more could you want? Don't be ungrateful, Susan.'
The next morning, George drove Susan to work.
"You don't have to. It's out of your way," Susan said as they hit the road.
"It's the day before New Year's Eve. Just a year-end meeting and a dinner party tonight. I have some time, and I want to spend it with you!" George smiled, holding her hand.
His words warmed her heart, but she pulled her hand back. "Focus on driving!"
George just shook his head and smiled. "You're getting more and more like Grandma!"
"What, tired of me already? If you are, go find someone else!" Susan teased, raising her chin.
"No way, I'll never get tired of you. I love your nagging!" George grinned.
Susan smiled but felt a pang of sadness. She thought of Seb, their tender moments. Seb wasn't as sweet as George, often domineering and moody.
Being with Seb was thrilling; while with George, it was simple and calm. Susan knew a calm life was peaceful and happy, but she couldn't forget the excitement with Seb.
However, now she despised Seb. Despite the rush of emotions he had stirred in her, there was no turning back. George was the one who would be with her till the end.
Soon, they arrived at Susan's office.
Before she got out, George said, "I'll be back late tonight. The annual dinner is packed with activities."
"Don't worry about me. Have fun." Susan smiled and got out of the car.
Meanwhile, in the back seat of a Mercedes parked nearby, a pair of eyes watched the Land Rover, the gaze cold and chilling.
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