Chapter 32

With a crowd circling around, the chubby girl clutched Molly's arm, shaking it aggressively. Molly's face instantly darkened. Ugh, what an idiot. She seriously wanted to slap the girl off to the side right then. Colder than ice, Molly's eyes narrowed, but just as quickly, she looked up with tearful, pitiful eyes like a helpless puppy. "Megan, all these years of sisterhood, don't you care at all?" she sobbed, her voice soft and heartbreaking. Nice move—like Megan had just dumped a lifelong sister without batting an eye. Classic Molly. Manipulation queen. Rachel snorted. "Oh really? And who's the one blabbing around campus about how Megan's kept by some old dude?" He stepped forward, gaze sharp. "What exactly are you trying to do, huh?" Molly stammered, her voice breaking. "I... I never said that. That wasn't me." "Tch. Sure, maybe not word-for-word. But girl, you sure dropped enough hints to steer people in that direction. And now you're just trying to wipe your hands clean? Seriously?"