CHAPTER 324: CHAPTER 324: AN EYE FOR AN EYE

Chelsea Sullivan’s tone was sincere, her face filled with a dazed expression.

Eleanor Hollis and Gloria Galloway breathed a sigh of relief; this person truly was a breath of fresh air within the Sullivan Family.

Thinking of Samantha Sullivan’s plight, they couldn’t help but feel sorrow and anger, their hatred for the Sullivan couple reaching deep to their bones.

"Can you tell me, how is Samantha Sullivan really doing?"

Because Gloria Galloway and Eleanor Hollis were hesitant to speak of Samantha Sullivan’s current situation, a trace of worry flashed through Chelsea’s heart.

In fact, when he first found out that Samantha Sullivan wasn’t his biological sister, he felt liberated since he had always secretly liked her but kept suppressing his feelings due to their relationship. He never expected his parents to reveal this truth to him.

Samantha’s father died because of the talent in the Sullivan Family, and he thought he must compensate this girl well. So whenever there was something tasty, she was always the first person he thought of. Spending so much time together, it was inevitable that feelings would develop.

However, he was very clear that Samantha felt only sibling affection towards him and nothing more. Therefore, he never clarified that layer of their relationship.

"Then you need to ask your parents. To retaliate against Evan Yancy, they locked Samantha and another man together for three days, tied Samantha up, recorded a video, and placed it on Evan Yancy’s office desk. I don’t know how despairing Samantha felt during those three days, but now Evan Yancy has taken her away, and she knows she’s not the Sullivan family’s daughter, so she has no further ties with your family."

Eleanor Hollis spoke with a calm voice.

But her attitude was so indifferent that Chelsea was deeply shaken inside.

In his wildest dreams, he never imagined his parents would treat Samantha so cruelly. She was the sister who had lived with them for so many years; even if she were just a dog or a cat, there should be feelings involved. How could they be so heartless?

Can a girl truly come out from the shadow after experiencing such things?

His face suddenly turned pale. No wonder Eleanor Hollis and Gloria Galloway were so cold to him; it turned out there were such matters in between.

Chelsea slowly stood up, trembling as he settled the bill, then left the place.

Eleanor Hollis and Gloria Galloway remained seated, not intending to pursue him.

Chelsea was probably going to confront his parents from the Sullivan Family, which was good; someone needed to deal with those beastly parents.

Chelsea was their most beloved son. If their dearest son hurt them, would they feel sad?

Perhaps by that time, they would understand the despair Samantha felt back then.

Chelsea stumbled back home and just opened the door to see Mom Sullivan standing at the entrance with a kindly face, an apron tied around her waist.

"Where did you go? I’ve made your favorite dishes, Chelsea. You just woke up, so it’s best not to go out and catch a draft; it’s not good for your health."

Chelsea quietly looked at her, then pushed past and sat on the sofa.

"Did you lock Samantha with a man together?"

His voice was gloomy, fists slowly clenching, eyes bloodshot.

Mom Sullivan’s face stiffened, knowing he had probably heard about those things. She quickly spoke up.

"Chelsea, we did it for Samantha’s own good. Samantha was brainwashed by Evan Yancy and wouldn’t listen to us no matter what we said. By making the cooked rice a done deal, she would have nothing left to hesitate about. We were saving her, not wanting her to continue being ruined by Evan Yancy."

Mom Sullivan spoke righteously, as if everything really was for Samantha’s benefit.

Chelsea slowly closed his eyes. When Eleanor Hollis spoke those words, he didn’t believe it—didn’t believe that his parents would do such a thing. But now that Mom Sullivan had admitted it, it felt like his heart was being viciously gouged.

"Samantha’s father died to save Dad. Aren’t you afraid that he’ll come looking for you in the middle of the night for what you’ve done to his daughter?"

Back then, if Samantha’s father were still alive, Samantha’s mother wouldn’t have hemorrhaged to death during childbirth. It was their family that destroyed their family and now destroyed the only daughter they left behind in this world.

Yet there was not a hint of remorse on Mom Sullivan’s face. She slowly sat down, her face full of self-righteousness.

"Chelsea, we’ve raised her for so many years; the debt of gratitude has long been repaid."

Chelsea looked up slowly at this person, then got up and planned to leave.

"Where are you going? I’ve made your favorite meal tonight; don’t go out, eat first."

The previous conversation seemed to have left no impression on Mom Sullivan. Her mind and eyes were only filled with this son.

Chelsea didn’t say a word, closed the door loudly, and walked out decisively.

He found Evan Yancy’s address and immediately drove there to seek him out.

He had to see Samantha.

Samantha had been very silent these past few days, staying in her room all the time. Any slight noise outside would frighten her into immediately getting up.

She became increasingly sensitive; whenever Evan Yancy left, she would inexplicably fear everything around her.

Evan saw it but didn’t know what to do.

At six in the evening, the doorbell in the living room rang.

Samantha, sitting on the sofa, was like a startled bird, hiding instantly behind Evan.

Evan gently patted her back, then got up to open the door.

But he never expected to see Chelsea Sullivan at all.

Chelsea stood quietly outside the door, the two men examining each other at such close distance.

"Where’s Samantha?"

Chelsea asked faintly, glancing inside.

When Samantha heard the voice, she stiffened, thinking she was hearing things.

She hadn’t heard that voice for years; she looked up and met Chelsea standing at the door, eye to eye.

"Brother?!"

She stood up, shock flickering in her eyes.

Chelsea saw how much she had lost weight and angrily walked over immediately.

"Why have you gotten so thin?"

He suddenly reached out and held her, his eyes turning red.

Evan closed the door and turned around to see this scene, his brow furrowing with displeasure. Since this man wasn’t Samantha’s biological brother, there was no reason for him to hold Samantha like this.

He walked over, unobtrusively pulling Samantha into his own arms, then sat down.

"What brings Mr. Sullivan here today?"

Chelsea took a look at him, pressed his lips together, and spoke.

"There’s no need to say more about past affairs. I’m here now; do as you please."

Evan raised an eyebrow; when he crashed into Chelsea before, he thought about it—that their grievances were settled.

At that time, he showed no mercy at all. The fact that Chelsea survived was purely by divine intervention.

Moreover, he harbored an even more sinister thought deep inside.

Evan slowly lowered his gaze, a smirk curling his lips.

Chelsea was the Sullivan parents’ most cherished son, but it was clear that Chelsea cared about Samantha. The Sullivan parents used Samantha to hurt him, so he would reciprocate by using their son to plunge them into despair.