Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire
Chapter 123: Who Are You Telling to Scram?

Chapter 123: Chapter 123: Who Are You Telling to Scram?

Sylvia Lane’s soft and melodious voice came from outside the door, causing Serena Summers to shudder violently.

Yesterday it was Miss Summers, and today it has become Sister Serena?

How quickly things change!

Remembering the subtle digs Sylvia Lane had made, Serena Summers sighed deeply.

Who says disaster always comes in the form of women?

Men are hardly any better.

Thankfully, Lucas Shaw abides by his manly virtues and doesn’t give other women a second glance.

Otherwise, wouldn’t that make her sick to her stomach?

"Come in."

The room door was pushed open from the outside.

Sylvia Lane walked in slowly, a delicate, pale face adorned with a light smile.

A flash of jealousy flickered in her eyes when she saw the figure leaning against the headboard.

"Sister Serena, do you always sleep in this late every day? When I was at the Shaw family, I never dared to get up this late!"

Serena Summers raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Is that so? I heard that the entire Shaw family treated you as one of their own, I didn’t realize you lived on such thin ice."

Sylvia Lane was taken aback.

She just wanted to mock Serena Summers for sleeping in and having no discipline, how did it turn back on her?

Biting her lip secretly, she managed a strained smile, "Sister Serena is joking. I had a good time at the Shaw family, how could I possibly be walking on thin ice? It’s just a habit of mine to get up early!"

She didn’t expect this country bumpkin Serena Summers to be so sharp.

Before coming back to the country, she never took Serena Summers seriously.

Just a girl who couldn’t be seen in public and had no background or status.

Wouldn’t it be as easy as lifting a finger for her to deal with?

But as it turned out, she had been too naive.

Serena Summers was far from the pure goodness she appeared to be.

With a light chuckle, Serena Summers reminded, "Miss Lane, technically, you should be calling me ’sister-in-law’. Mrs. Shaw values manners and upbringing the most, as her foster daughter, you should pay attention to that, don’t mix up the seniority."

Sister-in-law?

Where does Serena Summers get the nerve!

If it hadn’t been for her luck in marrying Lucas Shaw, someone of Serena Summers’ status wouldn’t even be fit to carry Sylvia Lane’s shoes!

Yet, faced with those clear and distinct eyes, Sylvia Lane felt as though there was a fishbone stuck in her throat.

After a long while, she gritted her teeth and forced out two words.

"Sister-in-law!"

Watching Sylvia Lane’s extremely displeased expression, the corners of Serena Summers’ lips curled slightly, feeling a sudden sense of relief all over.

"Mm, Miss Lane, is there something you came to see me about?"

Reminded by her, Sylvia Lane suddenly remembered her purpose.

She hastily handed over the gift box she was carrying.

"Sister... sister-in-law, this is a gift for you. I brought it back specially from abroad, it’s my favorite luxury jewelry brand. I hope you’ll like it."

Serena Summers glanced briefly at the bag.

Clothes from this brand are not easy to get.

It seems Sylvia Lane really went all out.

However, both the clothes and jewelry from this brand tend to be mature and sexy.

And with Serena Summers’ youthful and green appearance, it would be hard for her to pull off this style.

Serena Summers chuckled inwardly.

So this was Sylvia Lane’s game.

If she really wore this set of jewelry out, she would certainly be the subject of ridicule for an unsuccessful imitation.

Deliberately copying Sylvia Lane.

If worn well, it would naturally win countless praises.

But if it didn’t look good, it would just be awkward and out of place.

Sylvia Lane let out a covert laugh, "Sister-in-law, this piece of jewelry cost all my savings! You must accept it!"

"Sure."

Serena Summers reached out and took the gift.

Seeing her eager demeanor, the mockery in Sylvia Lane’s eyes deepened.

"This piece of jewelry is particularly expensive, you’ll need to buy a few decent outfits if you want to wear it out. Otherwise, you’ll be a laughing stock!"

Sylvia Lane’s voice was soft and gentle, full of concern, as if she was sincerely thinking about Serena Summers.

"Sister Sylvia, perhaps you don’t know? Our second brother’s wife used to live in the countryside, she might have gotten used to wearing cheap market-stall clothes, and is finding it hard to adjust in a short time."

At this moment, a mocking voice suddenly came from the door.

Serena Summers raised her eyes and saw Clara Shaw standing there with her arms crossed.

Mockery and disdain filled her eyes.

As if Serena was some sort of unworthy trash that didn’t deserve a second glance.

Serena glanced down at her wardrobe.

Her clothes, though simple in design, were not cheap.

Any random scarf she picked out would be worth more than this entire set of jewelry.

Where did they get the confidence from, believing that she was poor?

However, Serena didn’t intend to tell these two how wealthy she actually was.

After all, she understood the principle that one shouldn’t show off their wealth.

She said coldly, "What concern is it of yours what clothes I wear? Miss Lane, if you’re genuinely here to give a present, I welcome it, but if you’re here for mockery, please leave."

Sylvia Lane bit her lip, her complexion alternating between red and white.

She defended herself in a low voice, "Serena Summers, you really misunderstood me, I had no ill intention!"

As she spoke, Sylvia’s eyes suddenly reddened.

Tears welled up in her eyes, looking wronged and pitiable.

Seeing her like this, Clara Shaw couldn’t help but get angry.

"Serena Summers, you bitch! Sister Sylvia kindly brought you a gift, and you have no right to insult her!"

Watching Clara Shaw’s furious demeanor, Serena only found it amusing.

Wasn’t she the one being insulted?

"Clara Shaw, do you need me to repeat what you just said? If you can’t speak properly, I don’t mind teaching you," Serena lazily leaned back on the bedhead, her eyes narrowing slightly.

The sharp edge flickering in her dark pupils sent a chill through Clara, making her shiver violently.

Her heart skipped a beat as she patted her chest, thinking she had seen wrong.

How could Serena have such a fierce glare?

For a moment, Clara almost thought the person before her was Lucas Shaw.

Their gazes were too alike.

Like a beast emitting a dangerous signal.

Unbearably spine-chilling.

She moved her gaze away in fear.

When she looked again, Serena had already withdrawn her gaze.

"Don’t change the subject. Sister Sylvia is the Shaw Family’s adopted daughter; what right do you have to bully her?"

Clara Shaw stood in front of Sylvia like a protective mother hen.

She snorted in anger, her icy gaze as if wanting to pierce a hole through Serena.

"Bully her? Is she even worth it?" Serena snorted with contempt.

Her disdainful attitude was like a sting to Sylvia’s nerves.

Sylvia clenched her fists tightly, a dark gleam flickering in the depths of her eyes.

"Serena Summers, Clara misspoke, I apologize on her behalf. But you should not have spoken to me that way."

"So you’re admitting she was mocking me?" Serena countered.

Sylvia Lane: "This... regardless, I have already apologized to you."

"Your apology, I do not accept. Whoever has done wrong should take responsibility. Your apology is worthless to me."

Serena didn’t want to be aggressive, but these two were truly irritating.

If she didn’t fight back, they probably would think she was an easy target, to be manipulated at will.

Clara Shaw clenched her fists, like a cat with its fur standing on end.

"You expect me to apologize to you? In your dreams!"

"Every word I said is the truth, if it wasn’t for the fact that your Sister Sylvia would have already married our second brother! A lowly woman like you doesn’t deserve to marry into the Shaw Family!"

"If you had any sense of self-awareness, you’d pack up and get lost voluntarily!"

"Who are you telling to get lost?"

A chilling, bone-piercing voice suddenly erupted.

Clara Shaw was shocked, her eyes filled with astonishment.

"Se... Second brother?"