NovelGoldChapter 1692: Indignation blazed across Dolores's features. "If you think it's so difficult, then you should be the one to figure out how to make it happen!" "You wantto do this?" Lowell stared at her, disbelief etched across his face.
"Yes, of course. Who else?" Dolores's voice took on a sickeningly sweet tone. "You're my brother. Shouldn't you be the one to ensure my happiness?" Lowell's stomach twisted into knots. That phrase... it echoed through his memory like a distant warning bell. Misinterpreting Lowell's silence as hesitation, Lucille leaned forward with a gentle yet somehow menacing smile. "Sweetheart," she cooed, "this is about your sister's lifelong happiness. We'd feel so much better if you were the one to handle this." Leon bobbed his head in agreement. "That's right, son. You handle this. I'm too old for such schemes." Lucille's voice dripped with honeyed venom. "Besides, you're quite experienced in safeguarding your sister's happiness, aren't you? Just like before. Remember when she couldn't bear the thought of Shaun's wedding? You found such a clever way to destroy his special day. You did brilliantly, Lowell." A shadow of revulsion crept across Lowell's features. Now he remembered why those words had struck such a familiar chord. The echoes of past manipulation rang clear as day.
The silence stretched taut as a wire before Lowell broke it, his voice devoid of emotion. "Even if I attempted this, it would fail. Just abandon the idea." "You're inventing excuses because you don't want to help me, aren't you?" Dolores's eyes narrowed to suspicious slits.
Lowell exhaled sharply, frustration evident. "Do you have any concept of how deeply Shaun despises you right now? He refuses to acknowledge my existence. How exactly am I supposed to lure him out when he won't even speak to me?" "If no opportunity presents itself, you manufacture one!" Dolores's voice cut like a blade. "It's that straightforward! Are you tellingyou're incapable of even that?" A bitter laugh escaped Lowell's throat. "So, in your warped perspective, this is simple? Fine. Then you do it. Don't expect us to assist you in your delusional schto trap a man." "You want to sleep with Shaun? Then seduce him yourself," Lowell said coolly, arms crossed. "Don't drag the whole family into this just because you can't make it happen. Honestly, it's pathetic." Dolores's face went deathly pale before flushing a furious crimson. Her jaw clenched, trembling with rage. "Lowell, I'm your sister! How dare you talk tolike that?"
Lowell met her glare with a look of pure revulsion. "And because you're my sister m telling you the truth."
Dolores's eyes narrowed into slits. "Cut the crap. You're just refusing to help me, aren't you?" The content is Narary e on novelenglish.net!
Lowell gave her a slow, unimpressed look. "I think I made myself pretty damn clear. If you're so desperate to get into Shaun's bed, find a way. Drug him, kidnap him-do whatever sick plan you've got brewing. Just don't expect us to clean up after you."
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